The Lost Chord Lyrics
The Lost Chord - Harry Secombe
Seated one day at the organ
I was weary and ill at ease
And my fingers wander'd 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 Psalm
And it lay on my fever'd spirit
With a touch of infinite calm
It quieted pain and sorrow
Like love overcoming strife
The harmonious
Echo from our discordant life
It link'd all 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 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