Song Of Our Land

By Annette Wynne

Mountainland, fountainland, shoreland and sea,
God’s land thou art surely—His gift to the free;
How blest are thy children wherever they roam
To claim thee their country, their hope, and their home.
I love thee, my country, O great be thy fame;
I love thy dear banner—I honor thy name;
I’ll live for thee, die for thee, serve no land but thee—
My country forever, great land of the free!

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