# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d601 | To the haven of thy breast, O Son of Man I fly | | | | | | | |
d602 | To the hills I lift mine [my] eyes, [to] the everlasting hills | | | | | | | |
d603 | To thee, great God of love, I bow | | | | | | | |
d604 | Try us, O God, and search the ground | | | | | | | |
d605 | Unchangeable almighty Lord our souls upon thy truth we stay | | | | | | | |
d606 | Vain, delusive world, adieu | | | | | | | |
d607 | Vain man [men], thy [your] fond pursuits forbear | | | | | | | |
d608 | Watched by the world's malignant eye | | | | | | | |
d609 | We know, by faith we know | | | | | | | |
d610 | We lift our hearts to thee, O [Our] [Thou] Day-Star | | | | | | | |
d611 | Weary of wandering from my God | | | | | | | |
d612 | Weary souls that [who] wander wide | | | | | | | |
d613 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
d614 | What am I, O thou glorious God | | | | | | | |
d615 | What does the worldling gain | | | | | | | |
d616 | What is your calling's glorious hope | | | | | | | |
d617 | What never speak one evil [idle] word | | | | | | | |
d618 | What now is my [our] object and aim | | | | | | | |
d619 | When all the mercies of my God | | | | | | | |
d620 | When gracious Lord, when shall it be | | | | | | | |
d621 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d622 | When Isr'l out of Egypt came | | | | | | | |
d623 | When my relief will most display | | | | | | | |
d624 | When, my Savior, shall I be | | | | | | | |
d625 | When quiet in my house I sit | | | | | | | |
d626 | When rising from the bed of death | | | | | | | |
d627 | When shall I see the welcome hour | | | | | | | |
d628 | When shall thy love constrain and force me to thy breast | | | | | | | |
d629 | Where is my God, my joy, my hope | | | | | | | |
d630 | Wherewith O God [Lord], shall I draw near | | | | | | | |
d631 | While shepherds watch [watched] their flocks by night | | | | | | | |
d632 | Who are these [those] arrayed in white | | | | | | | |
d633 | Who is this gigantic foe | | | | | | | |
d634 | Whom man forsakes thou wilt not leave | | | | | | | |
d635 | Why do we [ye] [you] mourn departing [departed] [for dying] friends | | | | | | | |
d636 | Why not now, my God [Lord], my God | | | | | | | |
d637 | Why should the children of a King | | | | | | | |
d638 | Why should we start and fear to die | | | | | | | |
d639 | With glorious clouds encompassed round | | | | | | | |
d640 | With joy we meditate the [thy] grace | | | | | | | |
d641 | Woe to the men on earth who dwell | | | | | | | |
d642 | Worship and thanks and blessing | | | | | | | |
d643 | Wretched, helpless, and distressed | | | | | | | |
d644 | Ye different sects, who all declare | | | | | | | |
d645 | Ye faithful souls, who Jesus know | | | | | | | |
d646 | Ye heavens rejoice in Jesus's grace | | | | | | | |
d647 | Ye ransomed sinners, hear | | | | | | | |
d648 | Ye simple souls [ones] that [who] stray | | | | | | | |
d649 | Ye that pass by, behold the man | | | | | | | |
d650 | Ye thirsty for [of] God, to Jesus give ear | | | | | | | |
d651 | Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor Behold a royal feast | | | | | | | |
d652 | Yes, from this instant, now, I will to my offended Father cry | | | | | | | |
d653 | Young men and maidens, raise | | | | | | | |