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 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! Mary’s prayers Shall win our country back to thee: And through the truth that comes from God England shall then indeed be free.

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.

– Faber was an Anglican convert to Catholicism in 1845. He was the first provost of the Oratory in London – now located in Brompton.