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Father, I know that all my life
From the cross uplifted high
Father! Who In The Olive Shade
Fading, still fading, the last [vesper] beam is shining
Faintly as tolls the evening chime
Farewell, dear friends, I may not stay
Farewell, my dear brethren, the time is at hand
Father of mercies! hear The notes that children raise
Father, whate'er of earthly bliss
Flowers, wild wood flowers
Forever with the Lord [our God], amen, so let it be
Freedom's sons, come join in chorus
Frequent the day of God returns
Friends of freedom, swell the song
From busy toil and heavy care
From Greenland's icy mountains
From the recesses of a lowly spirit
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost
From the recesses of a lowly spirit
Farewell, my dear brethren, the time is at hand
From all that [who] dwell [dwells] below the [in earth and] skies
Forward
Father of peace, and God of love!
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, One in three
From all that [who] dwell [dwells] below the [in earth and] skies
From all that dwell below the skies
Fling Out the Banner
Fling Out the Banner
Father of mercies! in thy word
Father of mercies! in thy word
Far beyond this world of sorrow
Father, to thee we look in all our sorrow
Faint not, Christian! though the road
Far, far o'er [the] hill and dell [dale]
From all that dwell below the skies
Friends of freedom, swell the song
Forth from the dark and stormy sky
Fly as the Doves to their Windows
Father Almighty, to thee be addressed
Feeble, helpless, how shall I
Finish thy work, the time is short
For a season called to part
Forever here my rest shall be
From Greenland's icy mountains
Farewell, dear friend [friends], I must be gone
Father! day Passes away
Father, let thy benediction
For those that are oppressed indeed
Father, we thank thee
Firmly, brethren, firmly stand

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