My Country, 'Tis of Thee

My country, 'tis of thee,

Sweet land of liberty

Of thee I sing:

Land where my father's died,

Land of the pilgrims' pride,

From ev'ry 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 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 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!