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.
Refrain:
Faith of our fathers, holy faith,
we will be true to thee till death.
2 The martyrs, chained in prisons dark,
were still in heart and conscience free;
and blest would be their children's fate
if they, like them, should die for thee. [Refrain]
3 Faith of our fathers! We will love
both friend and foe in all our strife;
proclaim thee, too, as love knows how,
by saving word and faithful life. [Refrain]
