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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 ev'ry 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.
Source: Glory and Praise (3rd. ed.) #745
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 |