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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, through the perilous flight,
O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming?
And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through 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.
O, thus be it ever when freemen shall stand,
Between their lov'd homes and the war's desolation.
Blest with vict'ry
and peace, may the heav'n-rescued land,
Praise the Power that hath made and preservced 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 te home of the brave.
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