What are the words to the classic song The Lost Chord?

It begins , seated one day at the organ I was weary and ill at ease


as 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 like the sound of a great amen.

What are the words to the classic song The Lost Chord?
Seated one day at the organ,


I was weary and ill at ease,


And my fingers wandered idly


Over the noisy keys;


I know 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 psalm,


And it lay on my fevered 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 the perplexed meanings


Into one perfect peace,


And trembled away into silence,


As if it were loth to cease;


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 Heav’n


I shall hear that great Amen.


It may be that death’s bright angel


Will speak in that chord again;


It may be that only in Heav’n


I shall hear that great Amen.
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Reply:Seated one day at the Organ,


I was weary and ill at ease,


And my fingers wandered idly


Over the noisy keys.





I do not know what I was playing,


Or what I was dreaming then;


But I struck one chord of music,


Like the sound of a great Amen.





It flooded the crimson twilight,


Like the close of an Angel's Psalm,


And it lay on my fevered 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 perplexéd meanings


Into one perfect peace,


And trembled away into silence


As if it were loth to cease.





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.
Reply:Seated one day at the Organ,


I was weary and ill at ease,


And my fingers wandered idly


Over the noisy keys.





I do not know what I was playing,


Or what I was dreaming then;


But I struck one chord of music,


Like the sound of a great Amen.





It flooded the crimson twilight,


Like the close of an Angel's Psalm,


And it lay on my fevered 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 perplexéd meanings


Into one perfect peace,


And trembled away into silence


As if it were loth to cease.





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.
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SEATED one day at the Organ,


I was weary and ill at ease,


And my fingers wandered idly


Over the noisy keys.





I do not know what I was playing,


Or what I was dreaming then ;


But I struck one chord of music,


Like the sound of a great Amen.





It flooded the crimson twilight,


Like the close of an Angel's Psalm,


And it lay on my fevered 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 perplexéd meanings


Into one perfect peace,


And trembled away into silence


As if it were loth to cease.





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.





Adelaide A. Procter

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