O say, can you see, by the dawn`s early light,
What so proudly we hail`d at the twilight`s last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars, thro` the perilous fight,
O`er the ramparts we watch`d, were so gallantly streaming?
And the rockets` red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof thro` the night that our flag was still there.
O say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O`er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
On the shore dimly seen thro` the mists of the deep,
Where the foe`s haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o`er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning`s first beam,
In full glory reflected, now shines on the stream:
`Tis the star-spangled banner: O, long may it wave
O`er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
And where is that band who so vauntingly swore
That the havoc of war and the battle`s confusion,
A home and a country should leave us no more?
Their blood has wash`d out their foul footsteps` pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave:
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave
O`er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
O thus be it ever when free-men shall stand
Between their lov`d home and the war`s desolation;
Blest with vict`ry and peace, may the heav`n-rescued land
Praise the Pow`r that hath made and preserv`d us a nation!
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto: “In God is our trust!”
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O`er the land of the free and the home of the brave!