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I had a thousand tongues To sing thy praise, to sing thy praise, I'd teach the birds on ev'ry tree To chorus the sweet melody, For all my days, for all my days. I wish I had a thousand tongues To curse thy foe, to curse thy foe, Fd pray each stormy wind and wave His house to break, his ship to stave, To lay him low, to lay him low.

I wish I had a thousand hearts To love thee more, to love thee more, Lest one should break before thy tears Let others come to hush thy fears And thee adore, and thee adore. I wish I had a thousand hearts To hate thy foe, to hate thy foe. Lest one should dare in pity turn Let others still with vengeance burn To lay him low, to lay him low.