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| 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 | 5 |
| Where the spoiler’s foot ne’er trod; | |
| For the strength of the hills we bless thee, | |
| Our God, our fathers’ God! | |
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| We are watchers of a beacon | |
| Whose light must never die; | 10 |
| 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, | 15 |
| Our God, our fathers’ God! | |
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| For the dark, resounding caverns, | |
| Where thy still, small voice is heard; | |
| For the strong pines of the forests, | |
| That by thy breath are stirred; | 20 |
| For the storms, on whose free pinions | |
| Thy spirit walks abroad; | |
| For the strength of the hills we bless thee, | |
| Our God, our fathers’ God! | |
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| The royal eagle darteth | 25 |
| On his quarry from the heights, | |
| And the stag that knows no master | |
| Seeks there his wild delights; | |
| But we, for thy communion, | |
| Have sought the mountain sod; | 30 |
| For the strength of the hills we bless thee, | |
| Our God, our fathers’ God! | |
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| The banner of the chieftain | |
| Far, far below us waves; | |
| The war-horse of the spearman | 35 |
| Cannot reach our lofty caves: | |
| Thy dark clouds wrap the threshold | |
| Of freedom’s last abode; | |
| For the strength of the hills we bless thee, | |
| Our God, our fathers’ God! | 40 |
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| For the shadow of thy presence, | |
| Round our camp of rock outspread; | |
| For the stern defiles of battle, | |
| Bearing record of our dead; | |
| For the snows and for the torrents, | 45 |
| For the free hearts’ burial sod; | |
| For the strength of the hills we bless thee, | |
| Our God, our fathers’ God! | |
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