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Forever With the Lord
Forward! Be Our Watchword
For the mercies of the day
Fierce Raged the Tempest
For all beneath the open sky
Fading, still fading, the Vesper beam is shining
For, oh! we stand on Jordan's strand
Father, whate'er of earthly bliss
Forward, Our Watchword
Frequent the day of God returns
Fresh as the Dew
Flee as a Bird
Father of love and power
Farewell! we meet no more
Father, again in Jesus' name we meet
Father, again in Jesus' name we meet
From India's Sunny Clime
Far from the world, O Lord, I flee
Face to Face
Forward
Fading, Still Fading
Father, whate'er of earthly bliss
Fountain of mercy, God of love
Father, whate'er of earthly bliss
Father, whate'er of earthly bliss
From heaven above to earth I come
Farewell, Dear Friend
Far from the utmost verge of day
Father of mercies, in thy [your] word
For a season called to part
Fountain of wisdom, source of truth
From all that [who] dwell [dwells] below the [in earth and] skies
For Each New Morning
From Greenland's icy mountains
From the lips of Christ in glory
Father, again in Jesus' name we meet
Father of mercies, in thy word
Father, by Thy love and power
Face About!
From Every Stormy Wind That Blows
Fold me, fold me, fold me to thy bosom
Father, what'er of earthly bliss
Fair Land, dear land
Fling Out the Banner
From every stormy wind that blows
From Greenland's Icy Mountains
Father, I sing Thy wondrous grace
From Greenland's Icy Mountains
Father of mercies, in thy [your] word
Father, Bless Our School To-day

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