Standard (EADGBE)

  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