1. For the strength of the hills we bless thee, Our God, our father’s God. Thou hast made thy children mighty By the touch of the mountain sod. Thou hast led the chosen Israel To freedom’s last abode.
For the strength of the hills we bless thee, our God, Our fathers’ God.
2. At the hands of foul oppressors We’ve borne and suffered long. Thou hast been our help in weakness, And thy strength hath made us strong. Amid ruthless foes, outnumbered, In weariness we trod.
For the strength of the hills we bless thee, our God, Our fathers’ God.
3. Thou hast led us here in safety Where the mountain bulwark stands, As the guardian of the loved ones Thou hast brought from many lands. For the rock and for the river, The valley’s fertile sod,
For the strength of the hills we bless thee, our God, Our fathers’ God.
4. Here the wild bird swiftly darts on His quarry from the heights, And the red untutored Indian Seeketh here his rude delights; But the Saints for thy communion Have sought the mountain sod.
For the strength of the hills we bless thee, our God, Our fathers’ God.