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 fixed our ark of refuge[330] where the spoiler’s foot ne’er trod;
For the strength of the hills we bless Thee, our God, our fathers’ God!
2. We are watchers of a beacon[331] whose light must never die;
We are guardians of an altar midst the silence of the sky,
The rocks yield founts of courage, struck forth as by Thy rod;
For the strength of the hills we bless Thee, our God, our father’s God.
3. For the dark-resounding caverns,[332] where Thy still, small voice is heard;
For the strong pines of the forests, that by Thy breath is stirred;