1 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 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 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!
My Country! ‘Tis of Thee Lyrics
Title: National Song
Author: Samuel Francis Smith (1832)