My County 'tis of Thee

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!

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

My country, ' tis of thee,

Sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing