America

Samuel F. Smith (1814)

Lyrics

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!


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.


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!

Subscribe to Our Blog

I agree to the privacy and terms of use policies.

  • Facebook - White Circle
  • Instagram - White Circle
  • Pinterest - White Circle

© 2020 by Agape Wisdom Ministries. Created by Carina Media, LLC. All rights reserved.

Agape Wisdom Logo