1 Faith of our mothers, living still in spite of dungeon, fire, and sword; oh, how our hearts beat high with joy whene’er we hear that glorious word!
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Faith of our mothers, holy faith, we will be true to thee till death.
2 The mothers chained in prison cells were still in heart and conscience free, and bless’d would be their children’s fate if they, like them, should die for thee! [Refrain]
3 Faith of the mothers, we will love both friend and foe in all our strife, and preach thee, too, as love knows how, by kindly words and virtous life! [Refrain]