
My country,' tis of thee, 
sweet land of liberty, 
of thee I sing;
land where my fathers died, 
land of the pilgrims' pride, 
from every 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 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.
 
Amen!
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