1 Faith of our fathers, living still,
In spite of dungeon, fire, and sword;
Oh, 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.
2 Our fathers, chained in prisons dark,
Were still in heart and conscience free;
How sure will be their children's peace
If they, like them, contend for thee! [Refrain]
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. [Refrain]