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! faith and prayer

Shall keep our country true to thee;

And through the truth that comes from God,

Our land shall then indeed be free.

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 deeds and virtuous life.