Verse 1

In the streets of Dakar, a young priest learned to stand

With the Gospel in his heart and a book in his hand

Through the years and the changes, through the questions and strain

He kept a steady course when the winds turned again

Chorus

Marcel Lefebvre, you held the old faith fast

When the doors swung wide and the faithful stood aghast

You raised a home for the ones who still believed

And kept a living flame for the souls who wouldn’t leave

Verse 2

At Écône on the hillside, the bells began to ring

Boys came seeking priesthood, the Mass, and everything

The world called it a lost cause, the years called it a fight

But he kept teaching what he’d carried all his life

Chorus

Marcel Lefebvre, you held the old faith fast