If it be your will

If it be your will 

That I speak no more 

And my voice be still 

As it was before 

I will speak no more 

I shall abide until 

I am spoken for 

If it be your will 

If it be your will 

That a voice be true 

From this broken hill 

I will sing to you 

From this broken hill 

All your praises they shall ring 

If it be your will 

To let me sing 

From this broken hill 

All your praises they shall ring 

If it be your will 

To let me sing 

If it be your will 

If there is a choice 

Let the rivers fill 

Let the hills rejoice 

Let your mercy spill 

On all these burning hearts in hell 

If it be your will 

To make us well 

And draw us near 

And bind us tight 

All your children here 

In their rags of light 

In our rags of light 

All dressed to kill 

And end this night 

If it be your will 

If it be your will.

by Leonard Cohen