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The lost chord

Liedtekst

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 angels Psalm
and it lay on my fever’d spirit,
with a touch of infinite calm.
It quieted pain and sorrow,
like love overcoming strife,
it seemed the harmonious echo,
from our discorded life.

It link’d all perplexed meenings,
into one perfect peace,
oh and trembled away into silence,
as if it were loath te cease.
I have sought, but I seek it vainly,
that one lost chord divine,
which came from the soul of the organ
and enter’d 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 grand 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 grand Amen.

Informatie over dit lied

Kerk van uitvoering
Martini Kerk
Plaats van uitvoering
Groningen
Dirigent
Anton Stulp
Uitvoerenden
Christelijk mannenkoor Albatros
Eerste componist
Arthur Sullivan
Arrangement
John Clancy
Taal
Engels
Thema's
HemelWederkomst
Schrijver
Adelaide Anne Procter