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.

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.

3 Let music swell the breeze,

And ring from all the trees

Sweet freedom’s song;

Let mortal tongues awake,

Let all that breathes partake,

Let rocks their silence break,

The sound prolong.

4 Our father’s 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.