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 every mountainside, 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 fills, 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!
Sweet land of liberty, Of thee I sing;
Land where my fathers died, Land of the Pilgrim's pride,
From every mountainside, 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 fills, 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!