My country ! 'tis of thee

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 !