America (My Country 'Tis of Thee).

             America
    (My Country 'Tis of Thee)
Words by Samuel Francis Smith 1832

     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 every mountain side,
        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 trees
      Sweet freedom's song.
    Let mortal tongues awake;
  Let all that breathe partake;
  Let rocks their silence break,
        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 light;
     Protect us by Thy might,
       Great God, our King!