If It Be Your Will - Leonard Cohen

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.