America (My Country 'Tis of Thee)-Bebe Winans

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.