My country, 'tis of thee – Chase Holfelder
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LYRIC
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
O'er every slave

Trump of glad jubilee!
Echo o'er land and sea freedom for all
Let the glad tidings fly
And every tribe reply
"Glory to God on high, "
At Slavery's fall

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