America (My Country, 'Tis of Thee)

Verse 1

My county, ’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!

Verse 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.

Verse 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.

Verse 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.