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If it be your will |
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That I speak no more |
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And my voice be still |
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As it was before |
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I will speak no more |
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I shall abide until |
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I am spoken for |
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If it be your will |
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If it be your will |
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That a voice be true |
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From this broken hill |
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I will sing to you |
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From this broken hill |
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All your praises they shall ring |
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If it be your will |
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To let me sing |
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From this broken hill |
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All your praises they shall ring |
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If it be your will |
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To let me sing |
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If it be your will |
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If there is a choice |
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Let the rivers fill |
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Let the hills rejoice |
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Let your mercy spill |
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On all these burning hearts in hell |
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If it be your will |
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To make us well |
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And draw us near |
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And bind us tight |
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All your children here |
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In their rags of light |
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In our rags of light |
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All dressed to kill |
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And end this night |
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If it be your will |
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If it be your will |