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 here until

I am spoken for 
if it be your will

if it be your will 
that there is a voice

from this broken hill 
I will sing to you 

from this broken hil,
 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