'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 - let freedom ring! my native country thee, land of the noble free, thy name i love: i love thy rocks & rills, thy woods & 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.' - s.f. smith
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it was for freedom that Christ set us free - therefore keep standing firm and do not be subject again to a yoke of slavery. gal 5
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