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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.
Source: Hymns of Promise: a large print songbook #195
First Line: | My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty |
Title: | My Country, 'Tis of Thee |
Author: | Samuel Francis Smith (1832) |
Meter: | 6.6.4.6.6.6.4 |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1832 |
Copyright: | Public Domain |