| Faith of our Fathers! |
| living still
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| In spite of dungeon, fire, and sword:
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| Oh, 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! |
| Mary’s prayers
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| Shall win our country back to thee:
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| And through the truth that comes from God
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| England shall then indeed be free.
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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!
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| We will be true to thee till death. |