Lyrics:

1992
Writer: Samuel Francis Smith in 1831

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,
Let freedom ring
Let it ring

My native country thee
Land of the noble free
Thy name I love

I love thy rocks and rivers
Thy woods and temprid hills
My heart with rapture thrills
Like that above

Let music swell the breeze
And read from all the trees
Sweet freedoms song

Let mortal time awaken
Let all that all that breath partake
Let rocks their silence break
The sound o' Lord

Our farther's God to thee
Author of liberty
To thee we sing

Long may our land be right
With freedom's holy light
Protect us by thy might
Great God, our King.