Published by Boosey & Co., 1877.
Sullivan composed The Lost Chord whilst watching at his brother Fred's bedside during his last illness. The manuscript is dated 13 January 1877 and Fred Sullivan died five days later. Recording: Reed Miller, Edison Blue Amberol 2106; Edison Amberol 202. (1913) Restoration by Adam Cuerden. [MP3, 4MB] |
MIDI File [18K, 3' 49"] | Score [345K] |
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 fever'd spirit, With a touch of infinite calm, |
It quieted pain and sorrow, Like love overcoming strife, It seem'd 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. |
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