# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d501 | Welcome, delightful morn, Thou [Sweet] day of sacred rest | | | | | | | |
d502 | Welcome, thou Victor in the strife | | | | | | | |
d503 | What a friend we have in Jesus | | | | | | | |
d504 | What is the world to me | | | | | | | |
d505 | What our Father does is well | | | | | | | |
d506 | Whate'er God will [wills], let that be done | | | | | | | |
d507 | Whatever God ordains is good | | | | | | | |
d508 | When all thy [your] mercies, O my [our] God [gracious Lord] | | | | | | | |
d509 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d510 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
d511 | When in the [our] hour of utmost [deepest] need | | | | | | | |
d512 | When Isr'l through the desert passed | | | | | | | |
d513 | When my last hour is close at hand And I must | | | | | | | |
d514 | When o'er my sins I sorrow | | | | | | | |
d515 | When o'er my sins I sorrow | | | | | | | |
d516 | When Rome had shrouded earth in night | | | | | | | |
d517 | When, streaming from the eastern [eternal] skies | | | | | | | |
d518 | When the day of toil is done | | | | | | | |
d519 | Where wilt Thou go, since night draws near | | | | | | | |
d520 | While with ceaseless [careless] course the sun | | | | | | | |
d521 | While yet the morn is breaking | | | | | | | |
d522 | Who is this that comes from Edom | | | | | | | |
d523 | Who knows how near my [his] end may be | | | | | | | |
d524 | Who puts his trust in God most just | | | | | | | |
d525 | Who shall the Lord's elect condemn | | | | | | | |
d526 | Why do we [ye] [you] mourn departing [departed] [for dying] friends | | | | | | | |
d527 | Why should sorrow ever grieve me | | | | | | | |
d528 | With broken heart and contrite sigh | | | | | | | |
d529 | With joy we hail the sacred day | | | | | | | |
d530 | Ye servant [servants] of the Lord, Each in his [your] office waits | | | | | | | |
d531 | Yea, as I live, Jehovah saith, I do not wish the sinner's death | | | | | | | |
d532 | Yes, there remaineth yet [still] a rest | | | | | | | |
d533 | Zion mourns in fear and anguish | | | | | | | |
d534 | Zion [Sion] stands by [with] hills surrounded | | | | | | | |
440 | At Thy command, our dearest Lord | | | | | | | |
51 | Behold a Stranger at the door | | | | | | | |
310 | Dear Christians, one and all rejoice | | | | | | | |
398 | Prayer is the soul's sincere desire | | | | | | | |
454 | Christ, Thou art the sure Foundation | | | | | | | |
279 | Christ, Thou the Champion of the band who own | | | | | | | |
257 | Come, Holy Ghost, God and Lord | | | | | | | |
102 | Come, let us join our cheerful songs | | | | | | | |
49 | Come unto me, ye weary | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal is not yet complete - may be missing texts or tunes]