Scripture Verse

God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes. Revelation 7:17

Introduction

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Adelaide A. Procter (1825–1864)

Words: Ade­laide A. Proc­ter, in The Eng­lish Wo­man’s Jour­nal, 1858.

Music: Ar­thur S. Sul­li­van, 1876 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Sullivan had been try­ing to set Proc­ter’s words to mu­sic for sev­er­al years, but did not suc­ceed un­til faced with the death of his bro­ther Fred, to whom he was ve­ry close. His bro­ther died a slow death, lin­ger­ing three weeks, and the grief brought forth this won­der­ful mu­sic from Ar­thur’s pen. Though un­suit­ed to con­gre­ga­tion­al sing­ing, it was tre­men­dous­ly po­pu­lar around the be­gin­ning of the 20th Cen­tu­ry.

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Arthur S. Sullivan (1842–1900)

Lyrics

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.