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From foes that would the [our] land devour
From Greenland's icy mountains
From lowest depth [depths] of woe
From the cross uplifted high
From thee, my [O] God, my [our] joys shall rise
From the cross uplifted high
Father of love, our Guide and Friend
Father of love, our Guide and Friend
From yon delusive scene
From all that dwell below the skies
Forever here my rest shall be
Farewell to the cup, we have tarried too long
Father, I stretch my hands to thee
Fly away to thy long-sought home on high!
For worldly honour, I'd not waste
Friends of Freedom! swell the song
Father, with one accord we stand
Forward, brothers, forward all
Forever here my rest shall [will] be, close
Flowers grow in sweet societies
Father of Jesus Christ, my Lord
From Greenland's icy mountains
Father,my spirit owns
Father, I know that all my life
Faint not, Christian, though the road
For a season called to part
Father, who made that star so bright
Far from the world, O Lord! I flee
Father, once more let grateful praise
From every stormy wind that blows
Fountain of Grace
Fairest Lord Jesus, Ruler of all nature
From year to year in love we meet
Far from the narrow scenes of night
From lowest depth of woe
Father, who in the olive shade
Father, when thy child is dying
Far over the ocean, our teachers oft say
From every Stormy Wind
From whence came beauteous morning
Frequent the day of God returns
Father, thy Son hath died
From whence doth [does] this [the] union arise
Father of all, from land and sea
Father of all, from land and sea
Father, a weary heart
Father, I stretch my hands to thee
Father, whate'er of earthly bliss
From every stormy wind that blows
From every stormy wind that blows

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