Who will speak, if you don’t

The first time ever I saw your face,
I thought the sun and moon
rose in your eyes.
And the moon and the stars
were the gifts you gave
to the dark and endless night.

Then sings my soul, my Savior God to Thee:
How great Thou art.

Deep river, God,
my home is over Jordan.
Deep river, God,
I want to cross over into campground.

Oh, don’t you want to go to that Gospel feast:
That promised land where all is peace.

Who will speak, if you don’t?
Who will go if you don’t?