Now it catches the gleam of the morning’s first beam,
In full glory reflected, now shines on the stream.
Oh! thus be it e’er when freemen shall stand
Between their loved homes and war’s desolation;
Blest with vict’ry and peace, may the heaven 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.”
MY COUNTRY, ’TIS OF THEE
My country! ’tis of thee,