| Faith of our fathers, living still
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| In spite of dungeon, fire and sword;
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| O how our hearts beat high with joy
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| Whene’er we hear that glorious Word!
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| (Faith of our fathers, holy faith!)
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| (We will be true to thee till death)
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| Our fathers, chained in prisons dark
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| Were still in heart and conscience free
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| How sweet would be their children’s fate
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| If they, like them, could die for thee
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| (Faith of our fathers, holy faith!)
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| (We will be true to thee till death)
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| Faith of our fathers, we will love
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| Both friend and foe in all our strife;
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| And preach Thee, too, as love knows how
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| By kindly words and virtuous life
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| (Faith of our fathers, holy faith!) |