Come climb the hill with me
Come and be still with me
Come watch the sun sink away
If you will with meCome watch the garden grow
Down by the gravel road
Come warm your hands in the gold
Of the afterglowInto the peace of these wild things
Into the wild of this grace
Into the grace of this blessing
Speak in the peace of this placeCome 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 photographInto the peace of these wild things
Into the wild of this grace
Into the grace of this blessing
Speak in the peace of this placeHere at the magic hour
Time and eternity
Mingle a moment in chorusHere 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 hills in the still of the evening?
Son of God, speakInto the peace of these wild things
Into the wild of this grace
Into the grace of this blessing
Speak in the peace of this placeSpeak in the peace of this place
