[00:00.000] 作曲 : Arthur Sullivan[00:27.000]Seated one day at the organ,[00:30.000]I was weary and ill at ease,[00:34.000]And my fingers wandered idly[00:38.000]Over the noisy keys.[00:42.000]I know not what I was playing,[00:46.000]Or what I was dreaming then;[00:52.000]But I struck one chord of music,[00:57.000]Like the sound of a great Amen.[01:28.000]It flooded the crimson twilight,[01:32.000]Like the close of an angel's psalm,[01:38.000]And it lay on my fevered spirit[01:41.000]With a touch of infinite calm.[01:47.000]It quieted pain and sorrow,[01:52.000]Like love overcoming strife;[01:56.000]It seemed the harmonious echo[02:01.000]From our discordant life.[02:07.000]It linked all perplexed meanings[02:11.000]Into one perfect peace,[02:16.000]And trembled away into silence[02:22.000]As if it were loth to cease.[02:28.000]I have sought, but I seek it vainly,[02:31.000]That one lost chord divine,[02:36.000]Which came from the soul of the organ,[02:42.000]And entered into mine.[02:51.000]It may be that death's bright angel[02:58.000]Will speak in that chord again,[03:04.000]It may be that only in Heav'n[03:10.000]I shall hear that grand Amen.[03:17.000]It may be that death's bright angel[03:23.000]Will speak in that chord again,[03:29.000]It may be that only in Heav'n[03:40.000]I shall hear that grand Amen.