1 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!
2 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.
3 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.
4 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!
|First Line:||My country 'tis of thee|
|Title:||My Country, 'Tis of Thee|
|Author:||Samuel F. Smith (1832)|
|Topic:||God in Society: National Life|
|Source:||Thesaurus Musicus, c. 1745|