Happy Hour

Coming down the stairs and walking toward the kitchen, I see it, out the window.

Happy Hour!

My happy hour is when the evening sky is aglow (though the house faces such that I cannot see the western sky).

And the cornstalk stubble in the field behind the house is golden.

And the red barns on the other side of the field look like they're on fire.

And the sky behind them is the most beautiful shade of blue.

And the shadows are long.

And another day full of the Lord's new mercies is dying in the west. 

And the day's rest is coming.

With hope of new mercies tomorrow morning.

1.Day is dying in the west; 
 heaven is touching earth with rest; 
 wait and worship while the night 
 sets the evening lamps alight 
 through all the sky.
Refrain:
 Holy, holy, holy, Lord God of Hosts! 
 Heaven and earth are full of thee! 
 Heaven and earth are praising thee, 
 O Lord most high! 

2. Lord of life, beneath the dome 
 of the universe, thy home, 
 gather us who seek thy face 
 to the fold of thy embrace, 
 for thou art nigh. 
 (Refrain) 

3. While the deepening shadows fall, 
 heart of love enfolding all, 
 through the glory and the grace 
 of the stars that veil thy face, 
 our hearts ascend. 
 (Refrain) 

4. When forever from our sight 
 pass the stars, the day, the night, 
 Lord of angels, on our eyes 
 let eternal morning rise 
 and shadows end. 
 (Refrain)