America

My country! 'tis of thee,
Sweet land of liberty,
Of thee I sing;
Land where my fathers 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 the 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 breates partake,
Let rocks for 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.