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Far out upon the prairie
Father, from thy throne above
Father, hear, to thee we raise
From Greenland's icy mountains
Father of heaven whose love profound
Freed from guilt, my tongue shall raise
Fain would my soul with wonder trace
Father, full of soft compassion
Flee, as a bird, to your mountain
From every stormy wind that blows
From every stormy wind that blows
Faith--the anchor of the soul
Farewell, dear friends, a long farewell
Father, hear, to thee we raise
Father! whate'er of earthly bliss
"Feed my lambs!" how condescending
Fly, fly, mourning sinner, saith Jesus to me
"From the recesses of a lowly spirit"
Father! whate'er of earthly bliss
Father! I love to read of thee
Farewell to thee, brother
For a season called to part
For me to live is Christ
Forth from the dark and stormy sky
Forth from the dark and stormy sky
Faithful Shepherd, meek and mild
Father of mercies, still to thee
Father, once more let grateful praise
From Greenland's icy mountains
From Greenland's icy mountains
Father of all, to thee
Far from my tho'ts, vain world, begone!
For a season called to part
For a season called to part
Friends of freedom! swell the song
From Greenland's icy mountains
From the cross uplifted high
Far from the scenes of night
From all that [who] dwell [dwells] below the [in earth and] skies
Full many a year has sped
Far from mortal cares retreating
From Greenland's icy mountains
Feed my lambs, feed my lambs
Father of mercies, in thy word
Father, whate'er of earthly bliss
From soft and soothing slumber
Father, by Thy love and power
Father, I sing thy wond'rous Grace
For Truth and the Right
For Truth and the Right

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