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 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
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