1 My country 'tis of thee,
Sweet land of liberty,
Of thee we sing;
Land where my fathers died,
Land of the pilgrim's pride,
From every mountain side
Let freedom ring.
2 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.
3 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.
4 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.
Amen.
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First Line: | My country 'tis of thee |
Title: | My Country 'Tis of Thee |
Author: | Samuel Francis Smith, 1808-1895 (1832) |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1901 |
Topic: | Worship |
Notes: | Public Domain. |