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52. America

1. 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.

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.

Text Information
First Line: My country, 'tis of thee
Title: America
Author: S. F. Smith, D. D.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1919
Tune Information
Name: [My country, 'tis of thee]
Composer: H. Carey
Incipit: 11271 23343 21217
Key: F Major



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