Sunday Morning Hymn America by Samuel F. Smith My country, tis of Thee, Sweet Land of Liberty Of thee I sing; Land where my fathers 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 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 Freedoms 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 Freedoms holy light, Protect us by thy might Great God, our King. Our glorious Land to-day, Neath Educations sway, Soars upward still. Its hills of learning fair, Whose bounties all may share, Behold them everywhere On vale and hill! Thy safeguard, Liberty, The school shall ever be, Our Nations pride! No tyrant hand shall smite, While with encircling might All here are taught the Right With Truth allied. Beneath Heavens gracious will The stars of progress still Our course do sway; In unity sublime To broader heights we climb, Triumphant over Time, God speeds our way! Grand birthright of our sires, Our altars and our fires Keep we still pure! Our starry flag unfurled, The hope of all the world, In peace and light impearled, God hold secure!
Posted on: Sun, 06 Jul 2014 12:01:17 +0000