# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d701 | Welcome, welcome, dear Redeemer | | | | | | | |
d702 | We're traveling home to heaven above | | | | | | | |
d703 | What equal honors shall we bring | | | | | | | |
d704 | What grace, O Lord, and beauty shone | | | | | | | |
d705 | What shall I render to my God | | | | | | | |
d706 | When all thy [your] mercies, O my [our] God [gracious Lord] | | | | | | | |
d707 | When, as returns this [the] solemn day | | | | | | | |
d708 | When God revealed his gracious name | | | | | | | |
d709 | When he cometh, when he cometh to make | | | | | | | |
d710 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d711 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
d712 | When inward turns my searching gaze | | | | | | | |
d713 | When languor and disease invade | | | | | | | |
d714 | When marshalled on the nightly [mighty] plain | | | | | | | |
d715 | When musing sorrow weeps [mourns] the past | | | | | | | |
d716 | When, my Savior, shall I be | | | | | | | |
d717 | When our heads are bowed with woe | | | | | | | |
d718 | When overwhelmed with grief | | | | | | | |
d719 | When rising from the bed of death | | | | | | | |
d720 | When shall we meet again, Meet ne'er [more] to sever | | | | | | | |
d721 | When sins and fears prevailing rise | | | | | | | |
d722 | When the morn is bright and fair | | | | | | | |
d723 | Where high the heavenly temple stands The house | | | | | | | |
d724 | While life prolongs its precious light | | | | | | | |
d725 | While o'er the deep thy servants sail | | | | | | | |
d726 | While thee I [we] seek, protecting power | | | | | | | |
d727 | While with ceaseless [careless] course the sun | | | | | | | |
d728 | Whither, O whither should [shall] I fly | | | | | | | |
d729 | Who are these [those] in bright [fair] array | | | | | | | |
d730 | Why do we [ye] [you] mourn departing [departed] [for dying] friends | | | | | | | |
d731 | Why should the children of a King | | | | | | | |
d732 | Why should we start and fear to die | | | | | | | |
d733 | Why will ye [you] waste on trifling cares | | | | | | | |
d734 | With joy we hail the sacred day | | | | | | | |
d735 | With joy we meditate the [thy] grace | | | | | | | |
d736 | With my substance I will honor my Redeemer | | | | | | | |
d737 | With reverence let the [should thy] saints appear | | | | | | | |
d738 | With songs and honors sounding loud | | | | | | | |
d739 | With tearful eyes I look around | | | | | | | |
d740 | With tears of anguish I lament | | | | | | | |
d741 | Worthy the Lamb of boundless sway | | | | | | | |
d742 | Would Jesus have the [a] sinner die | | | | | | | |
d743 | Ye Christian heroes [heralds], go proclaim | | | | | | | |
d744 | Ye glittering toys of earth, adieu | | | | | | | |
d745 | Ye hearts with youthful vigor warm | | | | | | | |
d746 | Ye humble souls, approach your God | | | | | | | |
d747 | Ye nations round [of] the earth, rejoice | | | | | | | |
d748 | Ye servant [servants] of the Lord, Each in his [your] office waits | | | | | | | |
d749 | Ye that [who] in his [these] courts are found | | | | | | | |
d750 | Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor Behold a royal feast | | | | | | | |
d751 | Ye [You] servants of God [Christ] your Master proclaim | | | | | | | |
d752 | Yes, for me, for me He careth | | | | | | | |
d753 | Yes, I will bless thee, O my God | | | | | | | |
d754 | Yes, kind Savior, grieving o'er the sad past | | | | | | | |
d755 | Yes, the Redeemer rose [lives]; The Savior left the dead | | | | | | | |
d756 | Your harps, ye [you] trembling [mourning] [tearful], saints | | | | | | | |
d757 | Zion [Sion] stands by [with] hills surrounded | | | | | | | |