Faith of our fathers
Faith of our fathers!
Living still in spite of dungeon, fire and sword;
Oh, how our hearts beat high with joy
When’er we hear that glorious word!
Faith of our fathers! Holy Faith
We will be true to thee till death,
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, Mary’s prayers,
Shall win our country back to thee.
And though 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 strive,
And preach thee too, as love knows how,
By kindly words and virtuous life.