Friday, July 5, 2013



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 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.

No more shall tyrants here
With haughty steps appear,
And soldier bands;
No more shall tyrants tread
Above the patriot dead—
No more our blood be shed
By alien hands.
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.

Words: Sam­u­el F. Smith, 1831. The hymn was first sung at an
In­de­pen­dence Day cel­e­bra­tion by the Bos­ton Sab­bath School
Un­ion, Ju­ly 4, 1831, and first pub­lished in Choir, or Un­ion
Col­lect­ion of Church Mu­sic, by Low­ell Ma­son (Bos­ton,
Mass­a­chu­setts: 1832).


English: Grave of Samuel Francis Smith, author...
English: Grave of Samuel Francis Smith, author of “My Country ‘Tis of Thee,” at Newton Cemetery, Newton, Massachusetts. (Photo creit: Wikipedia)

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