My Country, ’Tis of Thee

My coun­try

’tis of thee

Sweet land of li­ber­ty

Of thee 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.

No more shall ty­rants here

With haugh­ty steps ap­pear

And sol­dier bands;

No more shall ty­rants tread

Above the pa­tri­ot dead—

No more our blood be shed

By ali­en hands.

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.