The Lost Chord Songtext
von John McCormack

Seated one day at the organ
I was weary and ill at ease
And my fingers wandered idly
Over the noisy keys

I knew not what I was playing
Or what I was dreaming then
But I struck one chord of music
Like the sound of a great Amen
Like the sound of a great Amen

It flooded the crimson twilight
Like the close of an angel′s song
And it lay on my feeble spirit
With a touch of infinite calm


It quieted pain and sorrow
Like love overcoming strife
It seemed the harmonious echo
From our discordant life

It linked all perplexed feelings
Into one perfect peace
And trembled away into silence
As if it were lost to seas

I have sought but I seek it vainly
That one lost chord divine
Which came from the soul of the organ
And entered into mine

It may be that death's bright angel
Will speak in that chord again
It may be that only in Heaven
I shall hear that grand Amen

It may be that death′s bright angel
Will speak in that chord again
It may be that only in Heaven
I shall hear that grand Amen