# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d201 | We read of a place that's called heaven | | | | | | | |
d202 | Weighed in the balance of justice true | | | | | | | |
d203 | Well wife, I've found the model church | | | | | | | |
d204 | We're floating down the stream of time | | | | | | | |
d205 | We've a story to tell to the nations | | | | | | | |
d206 | What a fellowship, what a joy divine | | | | | | | |
d207 | What a friend we have in Jesus | | | | | | | |
d208 | When first I started to seek the Lord | | | | | | | |
d209 | When I call to Christ, I was all defiled | | | | | | | |
d210 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
d211 | When Jesus comes to reward his servants | | | | | | | |
d212 | When Jesus laid his crown aside | | | | | | | |
d213 | When judgment day is drawing nigh | | | | | | | |
d214 | When my heart is sorely prest [pressed] | | | | | | | |
d215 | When our pilgrimage is o'er | | | | | | | |
d216 | When pangs of death seized on my soul | | | | | | | |
d217 | When peace, like a river, attendeth my way | | | | | | | |
d218 | When sorrow and storms are besetting my track | | | | | | | |
d219 | When the host [hosts] of Isr'l led by God | | | | | | | |
d220 | When the storms of life are raging stand by me | | | | | | | |
d221 | When the sun refuses to shine | | | | | | | |
d222 | When the trumpet shall sound and the dead | | | | | | | |
d223 | When we in the judgment stand | | | | | | | |
d224 | When with the Savior we enter the glory land | | | | | | | |
d225 | Where is my wandering boy tonight | | | | | | | |
d226 | While Jesus whispers to you | | | | | | | |
d227 | While shepherds watch [watched] their flocks by night | | | | | | | |
d228 | While struggling alone in sin's bondage | | | | | | | |
d229 | Who is that calling for me to come | | | | | | | |
d230 | Whosoever heareth, shout, shout the sound | | | | | | | |
d231 | Why do you wait, dear brother | | | | | | | |
d232 | Why not take the blood of Christ | | | | | | | |
d233 | Wonderful story of love; tell it to me again | | | | | | | |
d234 | Wonderful things of folks are said | | | | | | | |
d235 | Work, for the night is coming, work through the morning hours | | | | | | | |
d236 | Would you live for Jesus, and be always pure and good | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal is not yet complete - may be missing texts or tunes]