Lyrics

My country, 'tis of thee Sweet land of liberty For this I sing; Land where my fathers died Land of the pilgrims' pride From every 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