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 pilgrims' pride
From ev'ry mountainside
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 trees
Sweet freedom's song;
Let mortal tongues awake;
Let all that breathe partake;
Let rocks their silence break
The sound prolong

[Verse 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