America (My Country 'Tis of Thee) - BeBe Winans

My country, tears of thee

Sweet land of liberty, of thee I see

Land where my fathers die

Land of the pilgrims pray

From every mountain sight

Let pray unweal

Our father’s guard to thee

Author of liberty to thee we sing

Long may our land be bright

With freedom’s holy light

Protect us by thy mind

Great God, our King

Grand birds fly of our sons

Our authors and our fires keep

We still pure, our starting fed us

Through the hope of all the world

In peace and lie in pearl

God holds a cure