My Country ’tis of Thee!!

I’m sitting in church today and one of the hymns we sang was My Country tis of Thee.  I was brought to tears to think of this great and wonderful country we have been given, and the lengths to which so many will go to tear it down.  And I wasn’t thinking of the terrorists who want us dead.  No, I was thinking of every liberal judge, ever liberal congressman and woman, every preacher (G..D… America comes to mind) and every mindless follower who sees the United States as a pimple on the butt of society.  We are not!  The US has rescued more innocents, given more food to the hungry, defended the lives of more victims of war and fascism, and brought more hope to the world than any other country currently existing, or having existed at any time.  We are the country God designed to bring hope, comfort, cheer, food, clothing, shelter, democracy, freedom, independence, and encouragement to the ravaged people of the world.

Anyway, here are the words to My Country ’tis of Thee, and following it, America, the Beatiful.

1

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!

2

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.

3

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.

4

Our father’s 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.

America, the Beautiful

O beautiful, for spacious skies,

For amber waves of grain,

For purple mountain majesties

Above the fruited plain!

America! America! God shed His grace on thee,

And crown thy good with brotherhood, from sea to shining sea.

O beautiful, for pilgrim feet

Whose stern, impassioned stress

A thoroughfare for freedom beat

Across the wilderness!

America! America! God mend thine ev’ry flaw;

Confirm thy soul in self control, thy liberty in law!

O beautiful, for heroes proved

In liberating strife,

Who more than self their country loved

And mercy more than life!

America! America! May God thy gold refine,

‘Til all success be nobleness, and ev’ry gain divine!

O beautiful, for patriot dream

That sees beyond the years,

Thine alabaster cities gleam

Undimmed by human tears!

America! America! God shed His grace on thee,

And crown thy good with brotherhood, from sea to shining sea!