# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
CCCI | Two are better far then one | | | | | | | |
CCCII | Upward I lift mine Eyes | | | | | | | |
CCCIII | Vain Man thy fond Pursuits forbear | | | | | | | |
CCCIV | We are a Garden wall'd around | | | | | | | |
CCCV | We bless the Father and the Son | | | | | | | |
CCCVI | What contradictions meet | | | | | | | |
CCCVII | What equal Honours shall we bring | | | | | | | |
CCCVIII | What happy Men, or Angels, these | | | | | | | |
CCCIX | What mighty Man, or mighty God | | | | | | | |
CCCX | What shall I render to my God | | | | | | | |
CCCXI | What think you of Christ? is the Test | | | | | | | |
CCCXII | What various Hindrances we meet | | | | | | | |
CCCXIII | When all thy Mercies, O my God | | | | | | | |
CCCXIV | When Abraham's servant to procure | | | | | | | |
CCCXV | When blooming Youth is snatch'd away | | | | | | | |
CCCXVI | When Christ shall rend from end to end | | | | | | | |
CCCXVII | When compass'd with Clouds of Distress | | | | | | | |
CCCXVIII | When Darkness long has vail'd my Mind | | | | | | | |
CCCXIX | When descending from the Sky | | | | | | | |
CCCXX | When God reveal'd his gracious Name | | | | | | | |
CCCXXI | When Hannah press'd with Grief | | | | | | | |
CCCXXII | When I can read my Title clear | | | | | | | |
CCCXXIII | When JOHN, (tho a Man) | | | | | | | |
CCCXXIV | When Joseph his Brethren beheld | | | | | | | |
CCCXXV | When, O dear Jesus, when shall I | | | | | | | |
CCCXXVI | When our great Sov'reign from on High | | | | | | | |
CCCXXVII | When rising from the Bed of Death | | | | | | | |
CCCXXVIII | When we are rais'd from deep Distress | | | | | | | |
CCCXXIX | Whence do our mournful Thoughts arise | | | | | | | |
CCCXXX | While Shepherds watch their Flocks by Night | | | | | | | |
CCCXXXI | Who has believ'd thy Word | | | | | | | |
CCCXXXII | Who is this fair One in Distress | | | | | | | |
CCCXXXIII | Who shall inhabit in thy Hill | | | | | | | |
CCCXXXIV | Why do we mourn departing Friends? | | | | | | | |
CCCXXXV | Why flow these Torrents of Distress? | | | | | | | |
CCCXXXVI | With Joy we meditate the Grace | | | | | | | |
CCCXXXVII | Ye Children of your God attend | | | | | | | |
CCCXXXVIII | Ye dying Sons of Men | | | | | | | |
CCCXXXIX | Ye humble Souls, approach your God | | | | | | | |
CCCXL | Ye humble Souls that seek the LORD | | | | | | | |
CCCXLI | Ye humble Sinners, in whose Breast | | | | | | | |
CCCXLII | Ye little Flock, whom JESUS feeds | | | | | | | |
CCCXLIII | Ye mourning Saints, whose streaming Tears | | | | | | | |
CCCXLIV | Ye Souls that fear the Lord | | | | | | | |
CCCXLV | Ye Worlds of Light, that roll so near | | | | | | | |
CCCXLVI | Ye Sons of Earth prepare the Plough | | | | | | | |
CCCXLVII | Ye Sons of Men, a feeble Race | | | | | | | |
CCCXLVIII | Ye Sons of Pride, that hate the Just | | | | | | | |
CCCXLIX | Ye Virgin Souls, arise | | | | | | | |
CCCL | Yes, there are Joys that cannot die | | | | | | | |
CCCLI | Yonder--amazing Sight!--I see | | | | | | | |
CCCLII | Zion rejoice, lift up your Voice | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal has not been proofed - data may be incomplete or incorrect]