First Line: My country ! 'tis of thee

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 mountain-side
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 !