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Jul 30, 2023 · Faith Of Our Fathers chords Lyrics: Frederick Faber 1849 / Music: Henri Hemy G Am G Faith of our fathers, living still, C G A7 D7 in spite of dungeon, fire and sword G Am G O how...
4 columns. A - A +. A - A +. Edit. Simplified. Fixed Font. Key: G | simplified. Key: G Verse 1 : G Am G . Faith of our fathers, living still, C G A7 D7 . In spite of dungeon, fire and sword; G Am G . O how our hearts beat high with joy. C G D7 G . Whene'er we hear that glorious Word! Chorus : C G D G . Faith of our fathers, holy faith!
Key: G · G Original key: G · Capo: · Time: 4/4 · check_box_outline_blankSimplify · chord-pro www.worshiptabs.com/chords/6790620 Key: G {name: Verse 1} G Am G Faith of our fathers, living still, C G A7 D7 In spite of dungeon, fire and sword; G Am G O how our hearts beat high with joy C G D7 G Whene'er we hear that glorious Word!
deed be free: And preach Thee, too, as love knows how by witness true and vir- tuous life: C. G. Dsus D G. Faith of our fathers, ho- ly faith! C Em Dsus D G. We will be true to Thee till death.
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Choral. God of the Ages. Representative Text. 1 *Faith of the martyrs, living still. in spite of dungeon, fire, and sword; oh, how our hearts beat high with joy. whene’er we hear that glorious word! Refrain: Faith of the martyrs, holy faith, we will be true to thee till death. 2 The martyrs chained in prison cells.
- Frederick William Faber (1849)
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- Faith of our fathers, living still
- Faith of Our Fathers
Standard (EADGBE) G Faith of our fathers, Am living G still, C in spite of G dungeon, A7 fire and D7 sword. G O how our hearts beat Am high with G joy, when C ever we G hear that D7 glorious G Word! C Faith of our G fathers, D holy G faith! We C will be Am true to D thee D7 till G death.
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! Refrain: 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 ...
