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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.
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 harts 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
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