{For the Fourth}

{Our Country}

by Fanny J. Crosby

Our country, unrivalled in beauty,

And splendor that cannot be told,

How lovely thy hills and thy woodlands,

Arrayed in the sunlight of gold.

The eagle, proud king of the mountain, 

Is soaring majestic and free;

Thy rivers and lakes in their grandeur

Roll on to the arms of the sea.

Our country, the birthplace of freedom, 

The land where our forefathers trod,

And sang in the aisles of the forest

Their hymns of thanksgiving to God. 

Their bark they had moored in the harbor,

No more on the ocean to roam;

And there in the wilds of New England

They founded a country and home.

Our country, with ardent devotion,

In God may thy children abide;

In him be the strength of the nation,

His laws and His counsel to guide. 

Our banner-that time honored banner-

That floats in the ocean's bright foam,

God keep it unsullied forever, 

Our standard, our union, our home. 

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No matter what shape our country is in, I am still proud to be an American. 

God bless America, my home sweet home!