Faith of Our Fathers (Cowman) (Remastered)

Faith of our Fathers! living still, In spite of dungeon, fire and sword: Oh, 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 of conscience free; How sweet would be their children’s fate, If they, like them, could die for Thee!