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!