The Lost Chord - Song


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The words of the following song echo something of my feelings of coherence yet intangibility in the Enigma Codes.  The song was drawn to my attention several times during the first week of  October 2002.  I only managed to work out the words from a recording on the morning of 6th October just before we attended our first service at Mt Albert Methodist Church. Shortly after that we joined the Mt Albert Church choir. Thereafter the frequency and significance of the coincidences increased greatly.

The church organ has always somehow 'spoken' to me. This song  seemed to encapsulate a lot of my experiences. 

[Our later site (2006) elaborates on this and cross connects this Voice of God with the other ways in which God speaks to man]

April 2009  The Lost Chord was sung by a young friend of Jenny's at her funeral

eated 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 Artenn*
Like the sound of a great Artenn.

t 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,

t linked all the perplexed meanings
 Into one perfect piece,**
 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.

t 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 Artenn
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 Artenn

* The original is Amen.  We use Artenn instead. The reason will be clear from reading Ankhsoun's story.
**When I first wrote down the words from a recording, I wrote piece. I later saw that the printed version is peace. Piece still fits better for me, especially now in the light of The Four Jigsaws

The words are by Adelaide Proctor and the music is by Arthur Sullivan. He had tried on several occasions to set it to music for her. It was only when his brother died that he finally succeeded in  this. Perhaps again it was the combination of personal experience and inspiration that was needed.  It was first published in 1877.  This song is often referred to as Arthur Sullivan's Lost Chord but that is an unfair attribution, being made principally because of his accomplishments in the musical field. But he wrote only the music.  The words are Adelaide Proctor's.  Here is another excellent example of what I have referred to on The inspired hymns are always coupled to inspired tunes and never do both come through the same mind.  God inspires us according to our talents, our strengths and our needs. I used that last word advisedly.  The word is needs, not wants.

The tune for another hymn All my Hope in God is Founded, again only came to Herbert Howells through the death of his son. It seems that God on occasion gives inspiration  through the death of someone close.

Perhaps The Lost Chord has another meaning. Perhaps it relates to the language of Meaningful Coincidence.  Sometimes I find the juxtaposition of the coincidences, the power of the messages almost overwhelming.  But modern man has almost completely lost the ability to read the New Hieroglyphics through which God has chosen to speak to man.    Indeed the cognoscenti tell him that signs and omens are only taken noticed by primitive or stupid people. But are these cognoscenti not the real stupid people, the ones who see hope and progress in technology?  Technological man has had but a short span upon this earth and the signs are that his tenure is already drawing to a close. Meaningful Coincidence is indeed a form of holy writing.  It is sent by God to help us, but only if we are worth it........ So often, it uses symbolism,  so beloved of Dan Brown, Robert Langdon and the 50 million afficionados who have bought or read copies of The da Vinci Code.  The difference is that these signs are no fiction.  The question is do you want to learn to read.  Or is the material world all that matters to you?

The midi file is here

Postscript.  This song was sung by a Patrick, young friend, at Jenny's funeral on 21st April, 2009, the Queen's birtday.

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