J. H. JOHNSON, Song Publisher, Stationer and Printer, No. 7 North Tenth St., 3 doors above Market, Philadelphia.

My country, 'tis of thee,
Sweet land of liberty,
Of thee I sing,
Land where my father died,
Land of the pilgrim's 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.

Our father's 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.

God bless our native land;
Firm may she ever stand--
Thro' storm and night--
When the wild tempests rave,
Ruler of wind and wave,
Do Thou our country save,
By Thy great might.

For her our prayer shall rise,
To God above the skies,
On him we wait.
Thou who hast heard each sigh,
Watching each weeping eye,
Be Thou for ever nigh;
God save the states.

Bless Thou our native land--
Firm may she ever stand,
Thro' storm and night.
When the wild tempests rave,
Ruler of wind and wave,
Do Thou our Country save,
By Thy great might.

JOHNSON has 600 different kinds of Songs, call and he will give you a Catalogue of them, then you can see his large assortment.