America (My Country `tis of Thee)

America (My Country `tis of Thee)

Samuel Francis Smith, 1831

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!

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.

Let music swell the breeze,

And ring from all the

Sweet freedom's

Let mortal tongues

Let all that breathe

Let rocks their silence

The sound prolong.

Our fathers' God to Thee,

Author of liberty,

To Thee we sing.

Long may our land be bright,

With freedom's holy

Protect us by Thy

Great God our King.

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