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Father of Jesus Christ, my Lord
From every stormy wind that blows
From year to year in love we meet
Frequent the day of God returns
For All the Saints
For All the Saints
From Greenland's icy mountains
From Greenland's icy mountains
Far from my heavenly home
For all thy saints, O God
Father of mercies! send thy grace
Feed my lambs, how condescending
From Greenland's icy mountains
From whence doth this union arise
From the cross uplifted high
From all that's mortal, all that's vain
From all that dwell below the skies
Frequent the day of God returns
From all that dwell below the skies
From every stormy wind that blows
From all that dwell below the skies
Filled with Glory
Forever Thine
Friend of the friendless and the faint!
From every stormy wind [sense] that blows
From all that dwell below the skies
Früh morgens, da die sonn' aufgeht
Father of mercies! in thy word
From Greenland's icy mountains
From all that dwell below the skies
From the cross uplifted high
For ever with the Lord!
From every stormy wind that blows
Father of mercies, in thy Word
For a season call'd to part
From Greenland's icy mountains
From all that dwell below the skies
From yon delusive scene
Footsteps of Jesus
Fountain of grace, rich, full, and free
Fling out the banner, let it float
Father, glorify thy Son
Far from these scenes of night
From Calvary a cry was heard
From the cross uplifted high
From every stormy wind that blows
Faith is a precious grace
Fold thy little hands in prayer
Father of Heaven, whose love profound
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost

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