Songs We Like to Sing

Published 1912
            Samuel F. SmithHenry Carey

My country, 'tis of thee,
Sweet land of liberty,
Of thee I sing;
Land where my fathers died!
Land of the Pilgrims' pride!
From ev'ry mountain side
Let freedom ring!

My native conuntry, thee,
Land of the noble, free
They name I love.
I love they 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 breath 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.

© 1999, Lynn Waterman