Scrapbook Songs, My Country Tis of Thee

My country tis of Thee,
Sweet land of Liberty
Of Thee I sing.
Land where my fathers died,
Land of the Pilgrim's pride
 From every mountain side
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 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