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Forth to the Fight
Father, I Have Heard Thee Calling
Father, I know thy ways are just
For a season call'd to part
Father, whate'er of earthly bliss
Father of mercies, in thy word
Father, whate'er of earthly bliss
Father! with one accord we stand
Fret not thyself
From all that dwell below the skies
Forth from the dark and stormy sky
Father in heaven! thy ceaseless love!
Father of our exalted Lord!
Father, we come with filial fear
Father of love and power
Far over the ocean, our teachers oft say
Far out upon the prairie
Father in heaven! thy ceaseless love
Father, to thee our souls we lift
From every stormy wind that blows
Father of all, in whom alone
From year to year, in love we meet
From all that dwell below the skies
From every earthly pleasure
From all that dwell below the skies
Father of mercies, in thy word
From earliest dawn of life
Father of mercies! God of love!
Father, I know that all my life
Father, hear, to thee we raise
From Greenland's icy mountains
From the wide, far stretching prairies
Father of mercies, God of love
From every stormy wind that blows
From the cross uplifted high
From all That Dwell Below the Skies
Full many a child whose life began
Forgive my sins, I pray thee
From every stormy wind that blows
From the recesses of a lowly spirit
Father! I love to read of thee
From every stormy wind that blows
Footprints of Jesus
From Greenland's icy mountains
From the third heav'n, where God resides
From earliest dawn of life
For us, God's blessed Son
"Forever with the Lord!"
From Greenland's icy mountains
Forbid it, Lord, that we

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