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 untill 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.

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 chindren here in their rags of light.
In our rags rags of light, all dressed to kill
and end this night,
if it be your will.

If it be your will.

Leonard Cohen