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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, 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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