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; >And blest would be their children`s fate, >If they, like them should 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!
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