My Country, 'tis of Thee
My country,' tis of thee
Stronghold of slavery
Of thee I sing
Land where my fathers died
Where men man's rights deride
From every mountainside
Thy deeds shall ring
Our father's God to thee
Author of Liberty
To thee we sing
Soon may our land be bright
With holy freedom's right
Protect us by thy might
Great God, our King
It comes, the joyful day
When tyranny's proud sway
Stern as the grave
Shall to the ground be hurl'd
And freedom's flag, unfurl'd
Shall wave throughout the world
Or every slave
Trump of glad jubilee
Echo or land and sea freedom for all
Let the glad tidings fly
And every tribe reply
"Glory to God on high"
At Slavery's fall