First Line: My country, 'tis of thee,

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.