Faith of our fathers, living still
In spite of dungeon, fire and sword;
O how our hearts beat high with joy
Whene'er we hear that glorious word!
Faith of our fathers, holy faith!
We will be true to thee till death!

Our father’s, chained in prisons dark,
were still in heart and conscience tree;
And blest would be their children’s s fate,
If they, like them, should die for thee.
Faith of our fathers, holy faith!
We will be true to thee till death!

Faith of our fathers, we will strive
To win all nations unto thee
And Through the truth that comes from God
Mankind shall then indeed be free.
Faith of our fathers, holy faith!
We will be true to thee till death!

Faith of our fathers, we will love
both friend and foe in all our strife,
And preach thee, too, as love knows how
By kindly words and virtuous life.

Faith of our fathers! Days of old
Within our hearts speak gallantly;
For ages thou hast stood by us,
Dear Faith and now we’ll stand by thee.
Faith of our fathers, holy faith!
We will be true to thee till death!