# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d401 | Up to the field [fields] where angels lie [sing] | | | | | | | |
d402 | Vain, delusive world, adieu | | | | | | | |
d403 | Vital spark of heavenly flame | | | | | | | |
d404 | Wait, O my soul, thy [the] Maker's will | | | | | | | |
d405 | Wandering pilgrim [pilgrims], mourning Christian [Christians] | | | | | | | |
d406 | Warm was his heart, his faith was strong | | | | | | | |
d407 | Weary souls that [who] wander wide | | | | | | | |
d408 | Welcome here, our friend and brother | | | | | | | |
d409 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
d410 | We've no abiding city here | | | | | | | |
d411 | We've no abiding city here | | | | | | | |
d412 | What happy children, who follow [wait on] Jesus | | | | | | | |
d413 | What happy men, or angels, these | | | | | | | |
d414 | What is the thing of greatest [highest] price | | | | | | | |
d415 | What mean [means] these jealousies and fears | | | | | | | |
d416 | What sound is this salutes mine [my] ear | | | | | | | |
d417 | What think ye [you] of Christ, is the test | | | | | | | |
d418 | What various hindrances we meet | | | | | | | |
d419 | What wondrous love is this, O my soul | | | | | | | |
d420 | When any turn from Zion's way | | | | | | | |
d421 | When darkness long has veiled my [the] mind | | | | | | | |
d422 | When gathering clouds [storms] around I view | | | | | | | |
d423 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d424 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
d425 | When Joseph his brethren beheld | | | | | | | |
d426 | When my Savior, my Shepherd is near | | | | | | | |
d427 | When Paul was parted from his friends | | | | | | | |
d428 | Where is now our boasted Savior | | | | | | | |
d429 | Where two or three, with sweet accord | | | | | | | |
d430 | While I am blest with youthful bloom [prime] | | | | | | | |
d431 | While life prolongs its precious light | | | | | | | |
d432 | While my Redeemer's near | | | | | | | |
d433 | While with ceaseless [careless] course the sun | | | | | | | |
d434 | Whither goest thou, pilgrim stranger | | | | | | | |
d435 | Who are these [those] in bright [fair] array | | | | | | | |
d436 | Who shall inhabit in [on] thy hill | | | | | | | |
d437 | Who shall the Lord's elect condemn | | | | | | | |
d438 | Whom shall I send, the Father cries | | | | | | | |
d439 | Why flow these torrents of distress | | | | | | | |
d440 | Why, O my soul, why weepest thou | | | | | | | |
d441 | Why should the children of a King | | | | | | | |
d442 | Why should this earth delight us so | | | | | | | |
d443 | Why should we start and fear to die | | | | | | | |
d444 | With earnest longings of the mind | | | | | | | |
d445 | With gladness, dear brethren, we meet [met] at [in] this place | | | | | | | |
d446 | With holy fear, and humble song | | | | | | | |
d447 | With humble heart and tongue, my God | | | | | | | |
d448 | With joy shall I behold the day | | | | | | | |
d449 | With thee, great God, the stores of light | | | | | | | |
d450 | With what a fixed [fixt] and peaceful mind | | | | | | | |
d451 | World adieu thou real [cruel] cheat | | | | | | | |
d452 | Ye angels, who stand round the throne | | | | | | | |
d453 | Ye dying sons of men | | | | | | | |
d454 | Ye glittering toys of earth, adieu | | | | | | | |
d455 | Ye happy children who follow Jesus | | | | | | | |
d456 | Ye hearts with youthful vigor warm | | | | | | | |
d457 | Ye humble souls, approach your God | | | | | | | |
d458 | Ye humble souls rejoice | | | | | | | |
d459 | Ye servant [servants] of the Lord, Each in his [your] office waits | | | | | | | |
d460 | Ye sons of men, with joy record | | | | | | | |
d461 | Ye travellers to Paradise | | | | | | | |
d462 | Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor Behold a royal feast | | | | | | | |
d463 | Yonder amazing sight I [we] see | | | | | | | |
d464 | Your harps, ye [you] trembling [mourning] [tearful], saints | | | | | | | |
d465 | Zion [Sion], the marvelous story be telling | | | | | | | |