# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d501 | 'Tis finished, the Redeemer cries | | | | | | | |
d502 | To Christ, the Lord, let every tongue its noblest tribute bring | | | | | | | |
d503 | To distant lands thy gospel send | | | | | | | |
d504 | To Jesus our exalted Lord, dear [that] [the] name by heaven and earth adored | | | | | | | |
d505 | To praise the [thee] ever bounteous [beauteous] Lord | | | | | | | |
d506 | To thee our wants are known | | | | | | | |
d507 | 'Twas by an order from the Lord | | | | | | | |
d508 | 'Twas in the watches of the night | | | | | | | |
d509 | 'Twas on that [a] dark, that [and] doleful [awful] [dreary] night [day] | | | | | | | |
d510 | 'Twas the commission of our [the] Lord | | | | | | | |
d511 | Unshaken as the sacred hill [hills] and fixed as mountains stand | | | | | | | |
d512 | Unto thee altar, Lord, A broken heart I bring | | | | | | | |
d513 | Unvail [Unveil] thy bosom, faithful tomb | | | | | | | |
d514 | Upward I lift mine [my] eyes | | | | | | | |
d515 | Vain are the hopes the [that] sons of men | | | | | | | |
d516 | We are exposed all day to die | | | | | | | |
d517 | We bless the prophet of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d518 | Well met, dear friends, in Jesus' name | | | | | | | |
d519 | Well, the Redeemer's gone | | | | | | | |
d520 | What contradictions meet | | | | | | | |
d521 | What jarring natures dwell within | | | | | | | |
d522 | What scenes of horror and of dread [death] | | | | | | | |
d523 | What shall I render to my God for all his kindness shown | | | | | | | |
d524 | What shall the dying sinner do | | | | | | | |
d525 | What strange perplexities arise | | | | | | | |
d526 | What think ye [you] of Christ, is the test | | | | | | | |
d527 | What various hindrances we meet | | | | | | | |
d528 | What wisdom, majesty and grace | | | | | | | |
d529 | When all thy [your] mercies, O my [our] God [gracious Lord] | | | | | | | |
d530 | When blooming youth is [are] snatched [called] away | | | | | | | |
d531 | When darkness long has veiled my [the] mind | | | | | | | |
d532 | When death appears before my [our] sight | | | | | | | |
d533 | When God revealed his gracious name | | | | | | | |
d534 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d535 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
d536 | When I the holy [empty] [lonely] [vanquished] grave [tomb] survey | | | | | | | |
d537 | When Jesus dwelt in mortal clay | | | | | | | |
d538 | When, O dear Jesus, when shall I [we] | | | | | | | |
d539 | When on the cross my Lord I see | | | | | | | |
d540 | When overwhelmed with grief | | | | | | | |
d541 | When sickness shakes the [languid] frame | | | | | | | |
d542 | When the last trumpet's awful voice | | | | | | | |
d543 | Whence do our mournful thoughts arise | | | | | | | |
d544 | Whene'er the [our] angry passions rise | | | | | | | |
d545 | Where shall the guilty sinner go | | | | | | | |
d546 | Where two or three, with sweet accord | | | | | | | |
d547 | While life prolongs its precious light | | | | | | | |
d548 | While my Redeemer's near | | | | | | | |
d549 | While o'er our guilty land, O Lord | | | | | | | |
d550 | While on the verge of life I stand | | | | | | | |
d551 | While shepherds watch [watched] their flocks by night | | | | | | | |
d552 | Who can describe the joys that rise | | | | | | | |
d553 | Who shall the Lord's elect condemn | | | | | | | |
d554 | Why do we [ye] [you] mourn departing [departed] [for dying] friends | | | | | | | |
d555 | Why flow these torrents of distress | | | | | | | |
d556 | Why should a living man complain | | | | | | | |
d557 | Why should our mourning thoughts delight | | | | | | | |
d558 | Why should we start and fear to die | | | | | | | |
d559 | Why, thou never setting light | | | | | | | |
d560 | With cheerful voices rise and sing | | | | | | | |
d561 | With humble heart and tongue, my God | | | | | | | |
d562 | With reverence let the [should thy] saints appear | | | | | | | |
d563 | With tears of anguish I lament | | | | | | | |
d564 | With thee, great God, the stores of light | | | | | | | |
d565 | Would you win a soul to God | | | | | | | |
d566 | Ye dying sons of men | | | | | | | |
d567 | Ye hearts with youthful vigor warm | | | | | | | |
d568 | Ye humble souls, approach your God | | | | | | | |
d569 | Ye humble souls complain no more | | | | | | | |
d570 | Ye little flock, whom Jesus feeds | | | | | | | |
d571 | Ye messengers of Christ [God] | | | | | | | |
d572 | Ye mourning saints [friends] [ ones], whose streaming tears | | | | | | | |
d573 | Ye scarlet colored sinners, come | | | | | | | |
d574 | Ye servant [servants] of the Lord, Each in his [your] office waits | | | | | | | |
d575 | Ye sons of men, with joy record | | | | | | | |
d576 | Ye that pass by, behold the man | | | | | | | |
d577 | Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor Behold a royal feast | | | | | | | |
d578 | Yes, my native land, I love thee | | | | | | | |
d579 | Yonder amazing sight I [we] see | | | | | | | |
d580 | Zion rejoice and Judah sing | | | | | | | |