Heavenly Father, I lift the words of this song to You, asking that Your grace and mercy abound once again in this nation. I ask, oh God, that You receive the glory, honor, praise and obedience that is due You. Draw us back to You that this nation, once again, would acknowledge what You have done to bring this nation into a land of the free. Dear God, Lord, it is not the government that will set us free. It is not our works that sets us free. Reveal once again the wisdom You gave to our forefathers that we might know where our strength and freedom comes, in Jesus' name I pray. Amen.
America (my country tis of thee)
1. 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 mountainside let freedom ring!
2. 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.
3. 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.
4. 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.
" And you shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free.... Therefore if the Son makes you free, you shall be free indeed." John 8:32 and 36
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