My Country 'Tis Of Thee

My country, 'tis of thee Sweet land of liberty For this 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