Our Country

Our coun­try

un­ri­valed in beau­ty

And splen­dor that can­not be told

How love­ly thy hills and thy wood­lands

Arrayed in a sun­light of gold.

The ea­gle

proud king of the mount­ain

Is soar­ing

ma­jes­tic and free;

Thy riv­ers and lakes in their gran­deur

Roll on to the arms of the sea;

Roll on to the arms of the sea.

Our coun­try

the birth­place of free­dom

The land where our fore­fa­thers trod

And sang in the isles of the for­est

Their hymn of thanks­giv­ing to God;

Their bark they had moored in the har­bor

No more on the ocean to roam;

And there in the wilds of New Eng­land

They found­ed a coun­try and home

They found­ed a coun­try and home.

Our coun­try

the past

and its glo­ry

Still hon­or the names of thy dead;

The states­men that crowned thee with laur­el

The he­roes and vet­er­ans that bled.

Mount Ver­non

where Wash­ing­ton slum­bers

The soul of thy free­dom for years

A wil­low droops ten­der­ly ever

Go hal­low his grave with thy tears

Go hal­low his grave with thy tears.

Our coun­try

with ar­dent de­vo­tion

In God may thy child­ren ab­ide;

In Him be the strength of our na­tion

His laws and its coun­sel our guide.

Our ban­ner

that time-hon­ored ban­ner

That floats o’er the ocean’s bright foam

God keep them un­sul­lied for­ev­er

Our stand­ard

our un­ion

our home

Our stand­ard

our un­ion

our home.