1My country 'tis of thee,

Sweet land of liberty,

Land where my fathers died,

Land of the pilgrim's pride,

From every mountain side

2My native country, thee--

Land of the noble, free--

I love thy rocks and rills,

Thy woods and templed hills;

My heart with rapture thrills

3Let music swell the breeze,

And ring from all the trees

Let mortal tongues awake;

Let all that breathe, partake;

Let rocks their silence break,--

4Our fathers' God, to thee,

Author of liberty,

Long may our land be bright

With freedom's holy light;

Protect us by thy might,

1Lord, while for all mankind we pray,

O, hear us for our native land,--

2O guard our shores from every foe,

With prosperous times our cities crown,

3Unite us in the sacred love

And let our hills and valleys shout

4Here may religion pure and mild

And piety and virtue bless

5Lord of the nations, thus to thee

Be thou her refuge and her trust,

1Like Israel's hosts to exile driven,

Their hands bore up the ark of Heaven,

Till on these savage shores they trod,

And won the wilderness for God.

2Then, where their weary ark found rest,

In more than Judah's glory dressed,

From sea to sea her empire spread,

Her temple Heaven, and Christ her head.

3Then let the grateful church, to-day

And still our fathers' God display

O, bless, as thou hast blessed the past,

While earth, and time, and heaven shall last.

1Let children hear the mighty deeds

Which in our younger years we saw,

2He bids us make his glories known--

And we'll convey his wonders down

3Our lips shall tell them to our sons,

That generations yet unborn

4Thus shall they learn, in God alone

That they may ne'er forget his works,

1In pleasant lands have fallen the lines

And safe beneath our sheltering vines

2What thanks, O God, to thee are due,

And watch and guard them as they grew,

3The toils they bore, our ease have wrought;

The birthright they so dearly bought

4Thy kindness to our fathers shown

Their grateful sons, O God, shall own

1Great God of nations, now to thee

With humble heart and bending knee,

2Here freedom spreads her banner wide,

Here thou our fathers' steps didst guide

3We praise thee that the gospel's light

Dispels the shades of error's night,

4Great God, preserve us in thy fear;

O, spread thy truth's bright precepts here,

1Great God! beneath whose piercing eye

The world's extended kingdoms lie;

Whose favoring smile upholds them all,

Whose anger smites them, and they fall;

2We bow before thy heavenly throne;

Thy power we see, thy goodness own;

But, cherished by thy milder voice,

Our bosoms tremble and rejoice.

3Thy kindness to our fathers shown,

Their children's children long shall own;

To thee with grateful hearts shall raise

Their tribute of exulting praise.

4Our God, our Guardian, and our Friend!

Oh still thy sheltering arm extend;

Preserved by thee for ages past,

For ages may thy kindness last.

1Our fathers, Lord, to seek a spot

Their own fair heritage forgot,

2Here found their pilgrim souls repose

And here their humble anthems rose

3They sleep in dust,--but where they trod,

Glad millions catch the strain, O God,

1God of mercy, do thou never

But command a blessing ever

2Light and peace do thou ordain it;

Let no deadly darkness stain it,

3May the song this people raises,

Mingle with the prayers and praises,

4When the lips are cold that sing thee,

Father, then our souls shall bring thee

1Parent of all, omnipotent!

Through all creation's vast extent

2Teach me to know from whence I rose,

No private aims may I propose,

3To hear my country's lawful voice

'Tis reason's law, 'tis virtue's choice,

4Me from fair freedom's sacred cause

Nor grandeur, gold, nor vain applause,

5To duty, honor, virtue true,

Let me my public walk pursue:

1Auspicious morning, hail!

Voices from hill and vale

Joy on thy dawning breaks;

Each heart that joy partakes,

While cheerful music wakes,

2Long o'er our native hills,

Long by our shaded rills,

Long may our shores have peace,

Our flag grace every breeze,

Our ships the distant seas,

3Peace on this day abide,

From morn till even-tide;

Melodious accents raise;

Let every heart, with praise,

Bring high and grateful lays,

1Loud raise the notes of joy;

Freemen, your songs employ,

Let your full hearts go out

In the exulting shout,

And with your praise devout,

2Children of lisping tongue,

Those whose full hearts are young

Manhood and hoary age,

Let naught your joy assuage,

In the high theme engage,

3God of our fathers' land!

Long may our temples stand

Let thy bright light divine

On all the people shine,

Make us forever thine,

1With grateful hearts with joyful tongues,

To God we raise united songs;

Through every age, O, may we own

Jehovah here has fixed his throne,

2Long as the moon her course shall run,

Or men behold the circling sun,

Crown her just counsels with success,

With truth and peace her borders bless,

1God bless our native land,

Firm may she ever stand

When the wild tempests rave,

Ruler of winds and wave,

Do thou our country save,

2For her our prayer shall rise

To God above the skies;

Thou who hast heard each sigh,

Watching each weeping eye,

Be thou forever nigh;--

Now pray we for our country,

The holy and the happy,

Who blesseth her is blessÉd!

And joy in all her villages,