1 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. 2 The martyrs, chained in prisons dark, Were still in heart and conscience free: And truly blest would be our fate, If we, like them, should die for thee. Faith of the martyrs, holy faith! We will be true to thee till death. 3 Faith of our mothers! Faith and pray'r Shall win all nations unto thee; And through the truth that comes from God, We shall all then indeed be free. Faith of our mothers, holy faith! We will be true to thee till death. 4 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. Faith of our fathers, holy faith! We will be true to thee till death.