On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep,Wherethe foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes,What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep,As it fitfully blows, now conceals, now discloses?Now itcatches 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 waveO'er the land of the free andthe home of the brave!
And where is that band who so vauntingly sworeThat the havoc of war and the battle's confusionA home and a country should leave us no more?Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution.No refuge could save the hireling and slaveFrom the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave:And thestar-spangled banner in triumph doth waveO'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
Oh! thus be it ever, when freemen shall standBetween their loved homes and thewar's desolation!Blest with victory and peace, may the Heaven-rescued landPraise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation.Then conquer we must, for ourcause it is just,And this be our motto: "In God is our trust."And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall waveO'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!