A Compilation of Genuine Church Music. 4th ed.

#	Text	Tune
d301	'Twas on that [a] dark, that [and] doleful [awful] [dreary] night [day]
d302	Vain, delusive world, adieu
d303	Wake [wake], isles of the south
d304	Watchman, tell us of the night
d305	Welcome, sweet day of rest
d306	Well, the Redeemer's gone
d307	What are these arrayed in white
d308	What cheering words are these
d309	What happy men, or angels, these
d310	What is our God or [and] what his name
d311	What wisdom, majesty and grace
d312	What's this that steals, that steals upon my frame
d313	When all thy [your] mercies, O my [our] God [gracious Lord]
d314	When at a [this] distance, Lord, we trace
d315	When gathering clouds [storms] around I view
d316	When Hannah pressed with grief
d317	When I can read my title clear
d318	When I survey the wondrous cross
d319	When Jesus my Shepherd is near
d320	When Joseph his brethren beheld
d321	When languor and disease invade
d322	When marshalled on the nightly [mighty] plain
d323	When overwhelmed with grief
d324	When quiet in my house I sit
d325	When shall thy lovely face be seen
d326	When shall we meet again, Meet ne'er [more] to sever
d327	When thy mortal life is fled
d328	When with [my] mind divinely pressed
d329	Where is my God, my joy, my hope
d330	Where is my [our] God, does he retire
d331	While on the verge of life I stand
d332	While thee I [we] seek, protecting power
d333	Whither goest thou, pilgrim stranger
d334	Who is this fair one in distress
d335	Who is this that comes from far
d336	Why do we [ye] [you] mourn departing [departed] [for dying] friends
d337	Why doth the man of riches grow
d338	Why should we start and fear to die
d339	Why shrinkst my weak nature
d340	Why sleep ye [we], my brethren; come, let us arise
d341	With joy we meditate the [thy] grace
d342	With reverence let the [should thy] saints appear
d343	Ye humble souls that [who] seek the Lord
d344	Ye little flock, whom Jesus feeds
d345	Ye messengers of Christ [God]
d346	Ye nations round [of] the earth, rejoice
d347	Ye simple souls [ones] that [who] stray
d348	Ye that pass by, behold the man
d349	Yes, we trust the day is breaking
d350	Your harps, ye [you] trembling [mourning] [tearful], saints