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America
Page Number:
297
Lyrics:
My country tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing: Land where my father's died, Land of the pilgrims pride, From every mountain side. Let freedom ring!
My native country,thee, Land of the noble, free, Thy name I love; I love thy rock and rills, Thy woods and timpled hills; My heart my 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 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!