Stand beside her, and guide her
Through the night, with the light from above
From the mountains, to the prairies
To the oceans, white with foam
God save America, my earthly home
God bless America, my home sweet home
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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 the pilgrim feet
Whose stern impassion'd 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 prov'd
In liberating strife,
Who more than self their country loved,
And mercy more than life
America, America,
May God thy gold refine
Till 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
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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
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Oh say can you see by the dawn's early light
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars thru the perilous fight
O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming?
And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.
Oh say does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
On the shore, dimly seen, through the mists of the deep,
Where the foe's haughty host, in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Now it catches the gleam, of the morning's first beam,
In full glory reflected now shines in the stream:
'Tis the star-spangled banner! Oh long may it wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
And where is that band, who so vauntingly swore
That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion,
A home and a country should leave us no more!
Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave:
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
Oh thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand
Between their loved home and the war's desolation!
Blest with victory and peace, may the heav'n rescued land
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation.
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto: "In God is our trust."
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
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