1. For the strength of the hills we bless thee, Our God, our fathers’ God; Thou hast made thy children mighty By the touch of the mountain sod; Thou hast led thy 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 power 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. We are watchers of a beacon Whose light must never die; We are guardians of an altar ’Midst the silence of the sky. Here the rocks yield founts of courage, Struck forth as by thy rod;
For the strength of the hills we bless thee, Our God, our fathers’ God.
5. For the shadow of thy presence, Our camp of rocks o’erspread; For the canyons’ rugged defiles And the beetling crags o’erhead; For the snows and for the torrents, And for our burial sod;
For the strength of the hills we bless thee, Our God, our fathers’ God.