My Country! '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!
 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 breathe partake;
 Let rocks their silence break, the sound prolong.
 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.