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 to-day,
'Neath Education's
sway,
Soars upward still.
Its hills of learning fair,
Whose
bounties all may share,
Behold them everywhere
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 here are taught the Right
With Truth
allied.
Beneath Heaven's gracious will
The stars of
progress still
Our course do sway;
In unity sublime
To
broader heights we climb,
Triumphant over Time,
God speeds our
way!
Grand birthright of our sires,
Our altars and
our fires
Keep we still pure!
Our starry flag unfurled,
The
hope of all the world,
In peace and light impearled,
God hold
secure!
