# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d901 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d902 | When I can trust my all with God | | | | | | | |
d903 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
d904 | When in the light of faith divine | | | | | | | |
d905 | When Isr'l, freed from Pharoah's hand | | | | | | | |
d906 | When Jesus dwelt in mortal clay | | | | | | | |
d907 | When languor and disease invade | | | | | | | |
d908 | When marshalled on the nightly [mighty] plain | | | | | | | |
d909 | When musing sorrow weeps [mourns] the past | | | | | | | |
d910 | When power divine in mortal form hushed | | | | | | | |
d911 | When rising from the bed of death | | | | | | | |
d912 | When sins and fears prevailing rise | | | | | | | |
d913 | When the spark of life is waning [fading] | | | | | | | |
d914 | When waves of trouble [sorrow] round me swell | | | | | | | |
d915 | When we, our wearied [weary] limbs to rest | | | | | | | |
d916 | When wounded sore the stricken soul [heart] | | | | | | | |
d917 | Whence do our mournful thoughts arise | | | | | | | |
d918 | Where are the living, on the ground | | | | | | | |
d919 | Where high the heavenly temple stands The house | | | | | | | |
d920 | While filled with sadness and dismay | | | | | | | |
d921 | While shepherds watch [watched] their flocks by night | | | | | | | |
d922 | While through this changing world we [I] roam | | | | | | | |
d923 | While with ceaseless [careless] course the sun | | | | | | | |
d924 | Whilst thee I seek, protecting power | | | | | | | |
d925 | Who are these that come from far | | | | | | | |
d926 | Who are these [those] in bright [fair] array | | | | | | | |
d927 | Who can describe the joys that rise | | | | | | | |
d928 | Who is this that comes from Edom | | | | | | | |
d929 | Who shall inhabit in [on] thy hill | | | | | | | |
d930 | Why did the nations join to slay | | | | | | | |
d931 | Why do the wealthy wicked boast of sin | | | | | | | |
d932 | Why do we [ye] [you] mourn departing [departed] [for dying] friends | | | | | | | |
d933 | Why doth the Lord stand off | | | | | | | |
d934 | Why doth the man of riches grow | | | | | | | |
d935 | Why lament the Christian dying | | | | | | | |
d936 | Why should our tears in sorrow flow | | | | | | | |
d937 | Why should the children of a King | | | | | | | |
d938 | Why should we start and fear to die | | | | | | | |
d939 | Why will ye [you] waste on trifling cares | | | | | | | |
d940 | With all his sufferings full in view | | | | | | | |
d941 | With all my [our] [the] power [powers] of heart and tongue | | | | | | | |
d942 | With broken heart and contrite sigh | | | | | | | |
d943 | With heavenly power, O Lord, defend | | | | | | | |
d944 | With humble heart and tongue, my God | | | | | | | |
d945 | With joy shall I behold the day | | | | | | | |
d946 | With joy we lift our eyes | | | | | | | |
d947 | With joy we meditate the [thy] grace | | | | | | | |
d948 | With my whole heart I'll raise my song | | | | | | | |
d949 | With reverence let the [should thy] saints appear | | | | | | | |
d950 | With tearful eyes I look around | | | | | | | |
d951 | With tears of anguish I lament | | | | | | | |
d952 | With thankful hearts our songs we raise | | | | | | | |
d953 | Witness, ye men and angels, now | | | | | | | |
d954 | Ye angels round the throne | | | | | | | |
d955 | Ye angels, who stand round the throne | | | | | | | |
d956 | Ye Christian heroes [heralds], go proclaim | | | | | | | |
d957 | Ye erring souls that wildly roam | | | | | | | |
d958 | Ye nations round [of] the earth, rejoice | | | | | | | |
d959 | Ye servants of the Almighty King | | | | | | | |
d960 | Ye sinners, fear the Lord | | | | | | | |
d961 | Ye that [who] in his [these] courts are found | | | | | | | |
d962 | Ye that [who] obey the immortal king | | | | | | | |
d963 | Ye trembling souls, dismiss your fears | | | | | | | |
d964 | Ye tribes of Adam join, with heaven and earth and seas | | | | | | | |
d965 | Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor Behold a royal feast | | | | | | | |
d966 | Ye [You] servants of God [Christ] your Master proclaim | | | | | | | |
d967 | Yes, I will bless thee, O my God | | | | | | | |
d968 | Yes, my native land, I love thee | | | | | | | |
d969 | Yes, the Redeemer rose [lives]; The Savior left the dead | | | | | | | |
d970 | Your harps, ye [you] trembling [mourning] [tearful], saints | | | | | | | |
d971 | Zion [Sion] stands by [with] hills surrounded | | | | | | | |