O beautiful for spacious skies, For amber waves of grain,For purple mountain majesties!Above the fruited plain! America! America! God shed his grace on thee And crown thy good With brotherhood From sea to shining sea!
Mine eyes have seen the glory Of the coming of the Lord; He is trampling out the vintage
Where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning Of His terrible swift sword, His truth is marching on.
Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah! His truth is marching on.
God Bless America, Land that I love Stand beside her, And guide her,Through the night With the light from above, From the mountains, To the prairies, To the ocean, White with foam, God bless America, My home sweet home. God bless America, My home sweet home.
