# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d301 | 'Twas on that [a] dark, that [and] doleful [awful] [dreary] night [day] | | | | | | | |
d302 | Vain, delusive world, adieu | | | | | | | |
d303 | Wake [wake], isles of the south | | | | | | | |
d304 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
d305 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
d306 | Well, the Redeemer's gone | | | | | | | |
d307 | What are these arrayed in white | | | | | | | |
d308 | What cheering words are these | | | | | | | |
d309 | What happy men, or angels, these | | | | | | | |
d310 | What is our God or [and] what his name | | | | | | | |
d311 | What wisdom, majesty and grace | | | | | | | |
d312 | What's this that steals, that steals upon my frame | | | | | | | |
d313 | When all thy [your] mercies, O my [our] God [gracious Lord] | | | | | | | |
d314 | When at a [this] distance, Lord, we trace | | | | | | | |
d315 | When gathering clouds [storms] around I view | | | | | | | |
d316 | When Hannah pressed with grief | | | | | | | |
d317 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d318 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
d319 | When Jesus my Shepherd is near | | | | | | | |
d320 | When Joseph his brethren beheld | | | | | | | |
d321 | When languor and disease invade | | | | | | | |
d322 | When marshalled on the nightly [mighty] plain | | | | | | | |
d323 | When overwhelmed with grief | | | | | | | |
d324 | When quiet in my house I sit | | | | | | | |
d325 | When shall thy lovely face be seen | | | | | | | |
d326 | When shall we meet again, Meet ne'er [more] to sever | | | | | | | |
d327 | When thy mortal life is fled | | | | | | | |
d328 | When with [my] mind divinely pressed | | | | | | | |
d329 | Where is my God, my joy, my hope | | | | | | | |
d330 | Where is my [our] God, does he retire | | | | | | | |
d331 | While on the verge of life I stand | | | | | | | |
d332 | While thee I [we] seek, protecting power | | | | | | | |
d333 | Whither goest thou, pilgrim stranger | | | | | | | |
d334 | Who is this fair one in distress | | | | | | | |
d335 | Who is this that comes from far | | | | | | | |
d336 | Why do we [ye] [you] mourn departing [departed] [for dying] friends | | | | | | | |
d337 | Why doth the man of riches grow | | | | | | | |
d338 | Why should we start and fear to die | | | | | | | |
d339 | Why shrinkst my weak nature | | | | | | | |
d340 | Why sleep ye [we], my brethren; come, let us arise | | | | | | | |
d341 | With joy we meditate the [thy] grace | | | | | | | |
d342 | With reverence let the [should thy] saints appear | | | | | | | |
d343 | Ye humble souls that [who] seek the Lord | | | | | | | |
d344 | Ye little flock, whom Jesus feeds | | | | | | | |
d345 | Ye messengers of Christ [God] | | | | | | | |
d346 | Ye nations round [of] the earth, rejoice | | | | | | | |
d347 | Ye simple souls [ones] that [who] stray | | | | | | | |
d348 | Ye that pass by, behold the man | | | | | | | |
d349 | Yes, we trust the day is breaking | | | | | | | |
d350 | Your harps, ye [you] trembling [mourning] [tearful], saints | | | | | | | |