The Magic Hour

Andrew Peterson

Come climb the hill with me 
Come and be still with me 
Come watch the sun sink away 
If you will with me 

Come watch the garden grow 
Down by the gravel road 
Come warm your hands in the gold 
Of the afterglow 

Into the peace of these wild things, 
Into the wild of this grace, 
Into the grace of this blessing, 
Speak in the peace of this place 

Come walk the cedar stand 
Over the broken dam 
Sit on the bench at the bend in the trail again 

Look how the children laugh 
Out in the tumble grass 
Bright as a fire and as fine as a photograph 

CHORUS 

Here at the magic hour 
Time and eternity 
Mingle a moment in chorus 
Here at the magic hour 
Bright is the mystery 
Plain is the beauty before us 
Could this beauty be for us? 

What is this voice that sings 
Holy and hovering 
Over this hill in the still of the evening? 
(Son of God, speak)