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.

Leonard Cohen - If it be your will (from ‘Various Positions’ - 1984)