Letra de My Country, 'Tis Of Thee

My country, 'tis of thee
Sweet land of liberty
For this 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