Faith of our mo­thers, liv­ing still
In cra­dle song and bed­time pray­er;
In nur­se­ry lore and fire­side love,
Thy pre­sence still per­vades the air:
Faith of our mo­thers, liv­ing faith!
We will be true to thee to death.

Faith of our mo­thers, lov­ing faith,
Fount of our child­hood’s trust and grace,
Oh, may thy con­se­cra­tion prove
Source of a fin­er, nob­ler race:
Faith of our mo­thers, lov­ing faith,
We will be true to thee till death.

Faith of our mo­thers, guid­ing faith,
For youth­ful long­ing, youth­ful doubt,
How blurred our vi­sion, blind our way,
Thy pro­vi­den­tial care with­out:
Faith of our mo­thers, guid­ing faith,
We will be true to thee till death.

Faith of our mo­thers, Chris­tian faith,
Is truth be­yond our stum­bling creeds,
Still serve the home and save the Church,
And breathe thy spir­it through our deeds:
Faith of our mo­thers, Chris­tian faith!
We will be true to thee till death.