VI. By the picture Lucy loves Hail-Maries will we say, And for him who's far at sea VII. When I kneel in that sweet place I cannot help but cry; Then she seems to smile on me Doubly through her bright eye. VIII. Quick! the cock upon the spire Shines with his gleamy tail : He's the last who sees the sun In all this happy vale. IX. God be praised, who sent the faith To these lone fields of ours, And God's Mother, too, who takes Our little tithe of flowers. XXIX. FAITH OF OUR FATHERS. I. 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! II. 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! N III. 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! IV. Faith of our Fathers! we will love Both friend and foe in all our strife: And preach thee too, as love knows how, |