Fairest form, all else excelling,
Lovely, lowly, Lamb of God,
Firstling of the flock, expelling

All uncleanness by thy blood.

Fountain full and freely flowing, Streaming down to meet each case, Watering thirsty souls, and shewing Christ is full of truth and grace.

Firm foundation, Rock of Ages,

Founded here I dread no storm; Christ has conquered, and engages To defend such souls from harm.

Fulness filling, earth and heaven;
Fulness filling, all in all;
Boundless, endless, priceless, given
To enrich the saints withal.

Fragrant flower, for scent and beauty

Flora has no charms like thine; In my bosom may I wear thee, Prove thy sweets, and call thee mine.

Fertile field of living pasture,

Yielding food that's meat indeed; Here, secure from all disaster,

Jesu's flock may fold and feed.

Firstripe fruit of finest flavour,

I behold on Calvary's tree; Who can tell the charming savour Of a dying Christ to me.

Feast of fat things, full of marrow; Finest wheat, and wine, and oil; Jesus bore my sin and sorrow,

And I feast through his sad toil.

Yes, the fatted calf is killed,
And the sacred olive press'd;
Marylebone.

Flagons with new wine are filled,

Drink, my soul, for thou art bless'd.

Fruitful vine, to thee united,

May I be for ever known;

Then, though tried, andscorned and slighted, I shall one day wear a crown.

Flame of sacred, holy fire,

Send thy cheering influence down; Kindle, Lord, a pure desire,

For thyself-and thee alone.

Fondest father, name endearing,

Let me live beneath thine eye,
Often find thy presence cheering,
Often Abba Father cry.

Faithful friend, unchanging lover,
Who so blest as kept by thee!
May I daily, Lord, discover,

Thou art nigh to succour me.

Firstborn of the sons of glory,
Firstfruits from the dead art thou;
Millions rising shall adore thee,
And thy highest praises shew.

Great forerunner, yonder reigning,
Faith thy glorious tract would trace;
Oft within the vail obtaining,
Till I see thee face to face.

Favour'd thus till thine appearing,
Fat and flourishing I'd be,
Thy name upon my forehead wearing,
In thy footsteps following thee.

Then, farewell to sin and sorrow,
Farewell trouble, farewell pain;
Welcome to the happy morrow,
When with Jesus I shall reign.

ROBERT.,