O Beautiful for Spacious Skies

O beau­ti­ful for spa­cious skies

For am­ber waves of grain;

For pur­ple mount­ain ma­jes­ties

Above the fruit­ed plain!

America! Am­eri­ca!

God shed His grace on thee

And crown thy good with bro­ther­hood

From sea to shin­ing sea.

O beau­ti­ful for pil­grim feet

Whose stern

im­pas­sioned stress

A tho­rough­fare for free­dom beat

Across the wil­der­ness!

America! Am­eri­ca!

God mend thine ev­ery flaw

Confirm thy soul in self-con­trol

Thy li­ber­ty in law!

O beau­ti­ful for he­roes proved

In li­ber­at­ing strife

Who more than self their coun­try loved

And mer­cy more than life!

America! Am­eri­ca!

May God thy gold re­fine

Till all suc­cess be no­ble­ness

And ev­ery gain div­ine.

O beau­ti­ful for pa­tri­ot dream

That sees be­yond the years

Thine ala­bas­ter ci­ties gleam

Undimmed by hu­man tears!

America! Am­eri­ca!

God mend thine ev­ery flaw

Confirm thy soul in self con­trol

Thy li­ber­ty in law.