America (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 Pilgrims’ pride!
From ev’ry mountainside, let freedom ring!
My native country, thee, Land of the noble free, Thy name I love,
I love they 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 tress, Sweet freedom’s song.
Let mortal tongues awake; Let all that breathe partake;
Let rocks their silence break, The sound prolong.
Our fathers’ 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.