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For the Strength of the Hills

Text:  Felicia D. Hermans, 1793-1835

As quoted in a letter from Lorenzo Snow to President Orson Hyde, January 25th, 1851:

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
Where the spoiler's foot ne'er trod.
For the strength of the hills we bless thee,
Our God, our fathers' God.

We are watchers of a beacon
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 fathers' God.

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;
For the storm, on whose free pinions,
Thy spirit walks abroad;
For the strength of the hills we bless thee,
Our God, our fathers' God.

The royal eagle darteth
O'er 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.
For the strength of the hills we bless thee,
Our God, our fathers' God.

The banner of the chieftain,
Far, far below us waves;
The war-horses of the spearman
Cannot reach our lofty caves.
Thy dark clouds wrapt the threshold
Of freedom's last abode.
For the strength of the hills we bless thee,
Our God, our fathers' God.

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,
For the free heart's burial sod;
For the strength of the hills we bless thee,
Our God, our fathers' God.

1948 edition from "HYMNS CHURCH OF JESUS CHRIST OF LATTER-DAY SAINTS" page 241.

Text:  Felicia D. Hermans, 1793-1835; adapted by Edward L. Sloan, 1830-1874
Music:  Evan Stephens, 1854-1930

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.

At the hands of foul oppressors,
We've borne and suffered long;
Thou hast been our help in weakness,
And thy pow'r 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.

Thou hast led us here in safety
Where the mountain bulwark stands
As the guardian of the loved ones
Thou has 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.

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.

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.

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.

 

1984 version in found in the "Hymns of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints" page 35.
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Text:  Felicia D. Hermans, 1793-1835; adapted by Edward L. Sloan, 1830-1874
Music:  Evan Stephens, 1854-1930

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.

At the hands of foul oppressors,
We've borne and suffered long;
Thou hast been our help in weakness,
And thy pow'r 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.

Thou hast led us here in safety
Where the mountain bulwark stands
As the guardian of the loved ones
Thou has 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.

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 they rod;
For the strength of the hills we bless thee,
Our God, our fathers' God.