America, Bless God
Abigail Miller
We claim these amber waves of grain, these purple mountains blessed with rain
We call this land our own from sea to shining sea, yet it is God who made us free
The spacious skies, the fruited plain, the rights and freedoms we retain
The privilege we hold just to live in this great land
Do we recognize it as a gift from God’s almighty hand?
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America, bless God! It is He that hath made us, and not we ourselves
Every blessing that we own is a mercy from His thronе
America, bless God
We try to rеwrite history and praise ourselves for being free
We take unto ourselves the glory due to God
How long can we expect Him to restrain His chastening rod?
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America, America, may God thy gold refine
Til all success be nobleness and every gain divine!
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