My Country, 'Tis Of Thee
My country,
'tis of thee,
sweet
land of Liberty,
of
thee I sing;
land
where my fathers died,
land
of the pilgrim's pride,
from
ev'ry mountain side
let
freedom ring.
My native
country thee,
land
of the noble free,
thy
name I love;
I love
thy rocks and rills,
thy
woods and templed hills;
my
heart with rapture thrills
like
that above.
Let
music swell the breeze,
and
ring from all the trees,
sweet
freedom's song.
Let
mortal tongues awake;
let
all that breathe partake;
let
rocks their silence break,
the
sound prolong.
Our
Father's God! To Thee,
author
of Liberty,
to
Thee we sing;
long
may our land be bright
with
freedom's holy light;
protect
us by thy might,
great
God, our King!
