Faith of our fathers, living still,
In
spite of dungeon, fire and sword;
O
how our hearts beat high with joy
Whenever
we hear that glorious Word.
Faith
of our fathers, holy faith!
We
will be true to thee till death.
2
Our
fathers, chained in prisons dark,
Were
still in heart and conscience free;
How
sweet would be their
children’s
fate,
If
they, like them, could die for thee!
Faith
of our fathers, holy faith!
We
will be true to thee till death.
3
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, holy faith!
We
will be true to thee till death.