America (My Country ’Tis Of Thee)

My country, tears of thee
Sweet land of liberty, of thee I see
Land where my fathers die
Land of the pilgrims pray
From every mountain sight
Let pray unweal

Our father's guard to thee
Author of liberty to thee we sing
Long may our land be bright
With freedom's holy light
Protect us by thy mind
Great God, our King

Grand birds fly of our sons
Our authors and our fires keep
We still pure, our starting fed us
Through the hope of all the world
In peace and lie in pearl
God holds a cure