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My country, ’tis of thee,
Sweet land of liberty,
Of thee I sing;
Land where my fathers died,
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MY country, ’t is of thee,
Sweet land of liberty,
Of thee I sing;
Land where my fathers died,
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Down to the sacred wave,
The Lord of life was led;
And He Who came our souls to save
In Jordan bowed His head.
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Go, heralds of salvation, forth;
Go in your heavenly Master’s Name;
From east to west, from south to north,
The glorious Gospel wide proclaim.
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Go, heralds of salvation, forth;
Go in your heavenly Master’s Name;
From east to west, from south to north,
The glorious Gospel wide proclaim.
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They fought on many a crimsoned field,
They sleep in many a glen;
They marched to glory and to death,
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Lord of our life, God Whom we fear,
Unknown, yet known; unseen, yet near;
Breath of our breath, in Thee we live;
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Shine on, 'Lone Star!'* Thy radiance bright
Shall spread o'er all the eastern sky;
Morn breaks apace from gloom and night:
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Softly fades the twilight ray,
Of the holy Sabbath day;
Gently as life’s setting sun,
When the Christian’s course is run.
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Spirit of holiness, descend:
Thy people wait for Thee;
Thine ear in kind compassion lend;
Let us Thy mercy see.
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O mourn not, fond mother, the joys that depart,
There is comfort and peace for the stricken in heart;
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Today the Savior calls:
Ye wand’rers, come;
O ye benighted souls,
Why longer roam?
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Today the Savior calls:
Ye wand’rers, come;
O ye benighted souls,
Why longer roam?
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Samuel Francis Smith Biography

Samuel Francis Smith, (October 21, 1808–November 16, 1895), Baptist minister, journalist and author, is best known for having written the lyrics to "My Country, 'Tis of Thee", which he entitled America.)

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My Country 'Tis Of Thee

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.

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.

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