My country 'tis of thee,
Sweet land of liberty,
Of thee I sing
Land where my fathers died!
Land of the Pilgrim's pride!
From ev'ry 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

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!

Our glorious land today,
'Neath education's sway,
Soars upward still
Its halls of learning fair,
Whose bounties all may share,
Behold them ev'rywhere,
On vale and hill!

Thy safeguard, liberty,
The school shall ever be
Our nation's pride!
No tyrant hand shall smite,
While with encircling might
All there are taught the Right
With Truth allied