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.

L.Cohen