The Christian Psalmist (Numeral ed.) 10th ed., 1st rev. ed.

#	Text	Tune
d401	To thee, my Shepherd [Savior] and my Lord [Lamb]
d402	Today if ye [you] will hear his voice
d403	Together let us sweetly live
d404	'Twas on a sultry summer's day
d405	Up to thee, Almighty Father, Ancient of eternal days
d406	We sing the Savior's wondrous death
d407	Weary pilgrim, why this [the] sadness
d408	Welcome, sweet day of rest
d409	Welcome, thou well beloved of God
d410	We've no abiding city here
d411	What could your Redeemer do
d412	What glory gilds the sacred page
d413	What sinners value, I resign
d414	What sound is this, a song [sound] through heaven resounding
d415	What wondrous, mighty work is this
d416	What's this that steals, that steals upon my frame
d417	When all thy [your] mercies, O my [our] God [gracious Lord]
d418	When around us life is shining
d419	When for [the] eternal [heavenly] world [worlds] I [we] steer
d420	When I can read my title clear
d421	When I see the hanging, bleeding
d422	When I set out for heaven
d423	When Jesus first to rescue man
d424	When marshalled on the nightly [mighty] plain
d425	When on Sinai's top I see
d426	When shall the voice of singing flow
d427	When shall we three meet again
d428	When the orb of morn enlightens
d429	When the Savior appears
d430	Where are the fathers who guided our youth
d431	Where shall true believers go
d432	While life prolongs its precious light
d433	While thee I [we] seek, protecting power
d434	While with ceaseless [careless] course the sun
d435	Who are these [those] arrayed in white
d436	Who but Thou, almighty Spirit
d437	Who has our report believed
d438	Who is this that comes from far
d439	Why droops my soul [our souls] with grief [guilt] [sin] oppressed
d440	Why stand ye here idle, my friends, all the day
d441	With cheerful notes let all the earth
d442	With Isr'l's God who can compare
d443	With joy we hail the sacred day
d444	With my substance I will honor my Redeemer
d445	Within thy house, O Lord, our God
d446	Ye virgin [waiting] souls, arise
d447	Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor Behold a royal feast
d448	Yes, the Redeemer rose [lives]; The Savior left the dead
d449	Yes, we trust the day is breaking
d450	You burdened souls, to Jesus go
d451	You may sing of the beauty [beauties] of mountain and dale