Sung by Mad. ANTOINETTE STENTING 
Words by ADELAIDE PROCTOR, 
Music by ARTHUR SULLIVAN, 
Andante 
Moderato. 
ease, 
1 know not what I was play ing-, Or 
what L was dreaming-then, tint 1 struck one chord of mil - sic. Like the sound of a great A - men, Like the sound of a great a - men. 
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It fiood-ed the crimson twi-light, Like the close of an An - gel's Psalm, And it lay on my fe-vered spir - it, With a touch of in-fi-nite calm, It qui-et-ed pain and 
TranquilUy sempre. 
sor-row, Like love o - yercom-iug strife, It seem'd the har-mo-nious e - cho From onr dis-cord-ant strife, It link’d ail per-plex-ed meanings, In-io one per-feet peace, And 
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agitato. 
trembled a-way in-to silence, As if. it were loth to cease: I have sought, hut I seek it vain-Iy, That -one lost chord di - vine. Which came from the so nl of the or - pan. 
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Grandioso. 
may be that Death's bright angel Will speak in that chord a - gain : It may be that on - ly in Heav'n I shall hear that grand A-men, 
mine. 
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ores, motto. ritard. 
ritard. 
men. 
a tempo. 
rallenlando 
cot la voce, can gran forza. 
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