A Compilation of Genuine Church Music. 4th ed.

Editor: Joseph Funk
Publisher: J. Funk & Sons, Mountain Valley, Va., 1847
Language: English
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d301'Twas on that [a] dark, that [and] doleful [awful] [dreary] night [day]
d302Vain, delusive world, adieu
d303Wake [wake], isles of the south
d304Watchman, tell us of the night
d305Welcome, sweet day of rest
d306Well, the Redeemer's gone
d307What are these arrayed in white
d308What cheering words are these
d309What happy men, or angels, these
d310What is our God or [and] what his name
d311What wisdom, majesty and grace
d312What's this that steals, that steals upon my frame
d313When all thy [your] mercies, O my [our] God [gracious Lord]
d314When at a [this] distance, Lord, we trace
d315When gathering clouds [storms] around I view
d316When Hannah pressed with grief
d317When I can read my title clear
d318When I survey the wondrous cross
d319When Jesus my Shepherd is near
d320When Joseph his brethren beheld
d321When languor and disease invade
d322When marshalled on the nightly [mighty] plain
d323When overwhelmed with grief
d324When quiet in my house I sit
d325When shall thy lovely face be seen
d326When shall we meet again, Meet ne'er [more] to sever
d327When thy mortal life is fled
d328When with [my] mind divinely pressed
d329Where is my God, my joy, my hope
d330Where is my [our] God, does he retire
d331While on the verge of life I stand
d332While thee I [we] seek, protecting power
d333Whither goest thou, pilgrim stranger
d334Who is this fair one in distress
d335Who is this that comes from far
d336Why do we [ye] [you] mourn departing [departed] [for dying] friends
d337Why doth the man of riches grow
d338Why should we start and fear to die
d339Why shrinkst my weak nature
d340Why sleep ye [we], my brethren; come, let us arise
d341With joy we meditate the [thy] grace
d342With reverence let the [should thy] saints appear
d343Ye humble souls that [who] seek the Lord
d344Ye little flock, whom Jesus feeds
d345Ye messengers of Christ [God]
d346Ye nations round [of] the earth, rejoice
d347Ye simple souls [ones] that [who] stray
d348Ye that pass by, behold the man
d349Yes, we trust the day is breaking
d350Your harps, ye [you] trembling [mourning] [tearful], saints

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