Sweet Land Of Liberty

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 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