America

(My Country, 'Tis Of Thee)

by Samuel F. Smith

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!