1 My country! 'tis of thee,
Sweet land of liberty,
Of thee I sing;
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 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!