America, The Beautiful
Music by Samuel A. Ward
Words by Katherine Lee Bates

[Verse 1]
Oh beau-ti-ful for spa-cious skies,
For am-ber waves of grain,
For pur-ple moun-tain maj-es-ties
A-bove the fruit-ed plain.
A-mer-i-ca! A-mer-i-ca!
God shed his grace on thee,
And crown thy good with broth-er-hood
From sea to shin-ing sea.

[Verse 2]
Oh beau-ti-ful for pil-grim feet,
Whose stern im-pas-sion'd stress,
A thor-ough-fare of free-dom beat
A-cross the wil-der-ness.
A-mer-i-ca! A-mer-i-ca!
God mend thine ev-'ry flaw,
Con-firm thy soul in self con-trol,
Thy lib-er-ty in law.

[Verse 3]
Oh beau-ti-ful for he-roes prov'd
In lib-er-at-ing strife,
Who more than self their coun-try loved,
And mer-cy more than life.
A-mer-i-ca! A-mer-i-ca!
May God thy gold re-fine
Till all suc-cess be no-ble-ness,
And ev-'ry grain di-vine.

[Verse 4]
Oh beau-ti-ful for pa-triot dream
That sees be-yond the years
Thine al-a-bas-ter cit-ies gleam
Un-dimmed by hu-man tears.
A-mer-i-ca! A-mer-i-ca!
God shed his grace on thee,
And crown thy good with broth-er-hood
From sea to shin-ing sea.