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 I wish I had a thousand hands To work for thee, to work for thee, To bring thee fairest fruit and flower, To pluck for thee God's golden hour, To set thee free, to set thee free. I wish I had a thousand hands To strike thy foe, to strike thy foe, I'd track him without rest or sleep, My arm were strong, my thrust were deep To lay him low, to lay him low.

I wish I had a thousand lives For thee to live, for thee to live. In foreign lands in ev'ry state My days, my years, to make thee great Fd freely give, so freely give. I wish I had a thousand lives To thee to fly, to thee to fly; To praise, to strive, to fight, to fall, And on thy name and God to call, For thee to live, for thee to die.