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Our country, unrivaled in beauty
And splendor that cannot be told,
How lovely thy hills
and thy woodlands,
Arrayed in a 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 isles of the forest
Their hymn 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, the past, and its glory,
Still honor the names of thy dead;
The statesmen that
crowned thee with laurel,
The heroes and vet’rans that bled.
Mount Vernon,
where Washington slumbers,
The soul of thy freedom for years,
A willow droops tenderly ever,
|:Go hallow his grave with thy tears.v
Our country, with ardent devotion,
In God may thy children abide;
In Him be the strength of our nation,
His laws and its counsel our guide.
Our banner, that
time-honored banner,
That floats o’er the
ocean’s bright foam,
God keep them unsullied forever,
|:Our standard, our union, our home.:|
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9 8 9 8 D extended
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Jn 8:32;
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OUR COUNTRY
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9 8 9 8 D extended
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