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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
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
My country tis of thee

Sweet land of liberty

Of thee I sing

Land where my fathers died

Land of the pilgrim's pride

From every mountain side
'm constrained to be
Let Thy goodness like a fetter
Bind my wandering heart to Thee

Never let me wander from Thee
Never leave Thee, God I love
Here's my heart,
Your Majesty gently washes over me
Makes my heart begin to sing joyfully

I will sing from the mountain top
I will sing, I am overcome, I will sing
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 mountain side
My country tis of thee
Sweet land of liberty
Of thee I sing
Land where my fathers died!
Land of the Pilgrim's pride!
From every mountain side
Away with the music of Broadway
Be off with your Irving Berlin
Oh I give no quarter to Kern or Cole Porter
And Gershwin keeps pounding on tin
Away with the music of Broadway
Be off with your Irving Berlin
No, I give no quarter to Kern or Cole Porter
And Gershwin keeps pounding on tin
all the day.

Maybe grass tastes good to a moo cow's mouth,
Sing Polly-wolly-doodle all the day;
But I like chicken 'cause I'm from the south,
Sing
Lord Jesus
Lay down his sweet head
I love thee Lord Jesus
Look down from the sky
And stay by my cradle
'Til morning is nigh
Stay by my cradle
'Til
help I come
Oh, and I hope by Thy good pleasure
Safely to arrive at home

Oh Jesus, sought me when a stranger
Wondering from the fold of God
He,
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 mountain side
help I come
And I hope by Thy good pleasure
Safely to arrive at home
Jesus sought me when a stranger
Wandering from the fold of God
He to rescue me
Ebenezer;
Hither by Thy help I'm come;
And I hope, by Thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from
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
sings that everybody song by rem
And here I am fighting fighting
Yes I'm fighting not to cry
And that's another reason
Why I ought to hate you like I do
dares thee from afar
To calm my thund'rous heart
Else, rend it's knots apart
So I may never sing

Of jewelled skies o'er my strings
And love,
help I come
Oh, and I hope by Thy good pleasure
Safely to arrive at home

Oh Jesus, sought me when a stranger
Wondering from the fold of God
He,
Ethiopia city of the Almighty 
The most high was born there His Magesty 
All my springs are in thee 
Unnuh better sing this song to be free 

[Chorus]
Abraham Lincoln, November 19th 1863

My Country, 'tis of thee, 
Sweet land of liberty, 
Of thee I sing. 
Land where my fathers died, 
Land
From sky to sky

Holy, Holy, Lord God Almighty
Early in the morning we will sing
Holy, Holy, we bow down before Thee
All Your children love to sing
hold my hand
For I need Thee every hour
Through this pilgrim land
Protect me by Thy power

Hear my feeble plea
O Lord, look down on me
When I kneel in
Thy great help I've come
And I hope, by Thy good pleasure
Safely to arrive at home
Jesus sought me when a stranger
Wandering from the fold of God
Come thou fount of every blessing
Tune my heart to sing your praise
Streams of mercy never ceasing
Call for songs of loudest praise
Teach me some