AMERICA THE BEAUTIFUL

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.

O beautiful for pilgrim feet,
Whose stern impassion'd stress
A thoroughfare for freedom beat
Across the wilderness.
America! America! God men thine ev'ry flaw,
Confirm thy soul in self-control,
Thy liberty in law.

O beautiful for heroes prov'd
In liberating strife,
Who more than self their country loved,
And mercy more than life.
America! America! May God thy gold refine
Till all success be nobleness,
And ev'ry grain divine.

O Beautiful for patriot dream
that sees beyond the years.
Thine alabaster cities gleam,
Undimmed by human tears.
America! America! God shed his grace on thee,
And crown thy good with brotherhood,
From sea to shining sea.

GOD BLESS AMERICA

by Irving Berlin

While the storm clouds gather far across the sea,
Let us swear allegiance to a land that's free,
Let us all be grateful for a land so fair,
As we raise our voices in a solemn prayer.

God Bless America.
Land that I love 
Stand beside her, and guide her
Thru the night with a light from above.
From the mountains, to the prairies ,
To the oceans, white with foam
God bless America
My home sweet home.

THE MARINES' HYMN

From the Halls of Montezuma
   To the shores of Tripoli;
We fight our country’s battles
   In the air, on land, and sea;
First to fight for right 
and freedom
   And to keep our honor clean;
We are proud to claim the title
   Of United States Marine.

Our flag’s unfurl’d to ev’ry breeze
   From dawn to setting sun;
We have fought in ev’ry clime and place
   Where we could take a gun;
In the snow of far off Northern lands
   And in sunny tropic scenes;
You will find us always on the job—
   The United States Marines.

Here’s health to you and to our Corps
   Which we are proud to serve;
In many a strife we’ve fought for life
   And never lost our nerve;
If the Army and the Navy
   Ever look on Heaven’s scenes;
They will find the streets are guarded
   By United States Marines.

AMERICA

by Samuel F. Smith

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
Let Freedom ring.

My native country, thee,
Land of the noble free,
Thy name I love;
I love thy rocks and rills,
Thy woods and templed hills,
My heart with rapture thrills
Like that above.

Let music swell the breeze,
And ring from all the trees
Sweet Freedom's song;
Let mortal tongues awake;
Let all that breathe partake;
Let rocks their silence break,
The sound prolong.

Our fathers' God to Thee,
Author of Liberty,
To thee we sing,
Long may our land be bright
With Freedom's holy light,
Protect us by thy might
Great God, our King.

Our glorious Land to-day,
'Neath Education's sway,
Soars upward still.
Its hills of learning fair,
Whose bounties all may share,
Behold them everywhere
On vale and hill!

Thy safeguard, Liberty,
The school shall ever be,
Our Nation's pride!
No tyrant hand shall smite,
While with encircling might
All here are taught the Right
With Truth allied.

Beneath Heaven's gracious will
The stars of progress still
Our course do sway;
In unity sublime
To broader heights we climb,
Triumphant over Time,
God speeds our way!

Grand birthright of our sires,
Our altars and our fires
Keep we still pure!
Our starry flag unfurled,
The hope of all the world,
In peace and light impearled,
God hold secure!

BATTLE HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC

by Julia Ward Howe

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.

I have seen him in the watch-fires
of a hundred circling camps;
They have builded him an altar 
in the evening dews and damps;
I can read his righteous sentence 
by the dim and flaring lamps;
His day is marching on.

I have read a fiery gospel, 
writ in burnished rows of steel:
"As ye deal with my contemners, 
so with you my grace shall deal;
Let the Hero, born of woman, 
crush the serpent with his heel,
Since God is marching on."

He has sounded forth the trumpet
 that shall never call retreat;
He is sifting out the hearts of men
 before his judgment-seat;
Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer him!
 be jubilant, my feet!
Our God is marching on.

In the beauty of the lilies 
Christ was born across the sea,
With a glory in his bosom 
that transfigures you and me:
As he died to make men holy,
 let us die to make men free,
While God is marching on.