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, could die for thee.
Faith of the martyrs, holy faith!
We will be true to thee till death.

3 Faith of our mothers! Mary's pray'rs
Shall win all nations unto thee;
And through the truth that comes from God,
We all shall 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 words and virtuous life.
Faith of our fathers, holy faith!
We will be true to thee till death.