My Country 'tis Of Thee Lyrics

Billy Preston

My country, Â'tis of thee,
Sweet land of liberty,
For this I sing;
Land where my fathers died,
Land of the pilgrimsÂ' 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 freedomÂ's song;
Let mortal tongues awake;
Let all that breathe partake;
Let rocks their silence break,
The sound prolong.

Our fathersÂ' God, to Thee,
Author of liberty,
To Thee we sing;
Long may our land be bright
With freedomÂ's holy light;
Protect us by Thy might,
Great God, our King.