America

America - Henry Carey/Robert Shaw/Samuel Francis Smith

My country tears of thee

Sweet land of liberty

Of thee I see

Land where my fathers die

Land of the pilgrims pray

From every mountain sight

Let pray unweal

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 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 mind

Great God our king