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