My Country, ’tis of Thee

Verse 1:
My country, ’tis of thee,
Sweet land of liberty,
Of thee I sing:
Land where my fathers died,
Land of the Pilgrim’s pride,
From ev’ry mountain side,
Let freedom ring.

Verse 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.

Verse 3:
Let music swell the breeze,
And ring from all the tree,
Sweet freedom’s song;
Let mortal tongues awake,
Let all that breathe partake,
Let rocks their silence break,
The sound prolong.

Verse 4:
Our father’s 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!

S.F. Smith

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s