# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d801 | To thy temple I repair | | | | | | | |
d802 | Trim the lamp, the light is fading | | | | | | | |
d803 | Triumphant Zion, lift thy head | | | | | | | |
d804 | True Bread of life, in pitying [loving] mercy | | | | | | | |
d805 | Unvail [Unveil] thy bosom, faithful tomb | | | | | | | |
d806 | Up to the Lord, that [who] reigns on high | | | | | | | |
d807 | Upon the gospel's sacred page | | | | | | | |
d808 | Upward where the stars are burning | | | | | | | |
d809 | Vainly through night's weary [lonely] hours | | | | | | | |
d810 | Wake, awake, for night is flying | | | | | | | |
d811 | Walk in the light, so shalt thou [and you shall] know | | | | | | | |
d812 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
d813 | We come, Lord, to thy feet | | | | | | | |
d814 | We give immortal praise | | | | | | | |
d815 | We give thee but thine own | | | | | | | |
d816 | We march, we march to victory | | | | | | | |
d817 | We plough [plow] the fields and scatter | | | | | | | |
d818 | We sing a loving Jesus | | | | | | | |
d819 | We would see Jesus, for the shadows lengthen | | | | | | | |
d820 | Wearied with earthly toil and care | | | | | | | |
d821 | Weary of earth, and laden with my sin | | | | | | | |
d822 | Welcome, happy morning, age to age shall say | | | | | | | |
d823 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
d824 | Welcome, thou Victor in the strife | | | | | | | |
d825 | What grace, O Lord, and beauty shone | | | | | | | |
d826 | What laws, my blessed Savior hast thou broken | | | | | | | |
d827 | What our Father does is well | | | | | | | |
d828 | What star is this, with [which] beams so bright | | | | | | | |
d829 | What various hindrances we meet | | | | | | | |
d830 | When all thy [your] mercies, O my [our] God [gracious Lord] | | | | | | | |
d831 | When all with awe shall stand around | | | | | | | |
d832 | When downward to the darksome tomb | | | | | | | |
d833 | When gathering clouds [storms] around I view | | | | | | | |
d834 | When, his salvation bringing [sending] | | | | | | | |
d835 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d836 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
d837 | When Isr'l, of the Lord beloved | | | | | | | |
d838 | When Jesus left his Father's [heavenly] throne | | | | | | | |
d839 | When languor and disease invade | | | | | | | |
d840 | When morning gilds the skies | | | | | | | |
d841 | When musing sorrow weeps [mourns] the past | | | | | | | |
d842 | When now the solemn hour is nigh | | | | | | | |
d843 | When our heads are bowed with woe | | | | | | | |
d844 | When shall the voice of singing flow | | | | | | | |
d845 | When spring unlocks the flowers, to paint | | | | | | | |
d846 | When, streaming from the eastern [eternal] skies | | | | | | | |
d847 | When the day of toil is done | | | | | | | |
d848 | When the worn spirit wants repose | | | | | | | |
d849 | When winds are raging o'er the upper ocean | | | | | | | |
d850 | Where is my [our] God, does he retire | | | | | | | |
d851 | Where the angel hosts adore thee | | | | | | | |
d852 | While in the hour of utmost need | | | | | | | |
d853 | While shepherds watch [watched] their flocks by night | | | | | | | |
d854 | While thee I [we] seek, protecting power | | | | | | | |
d855 | While with ceaseless [careless] course the sun | | | | | | | |
d856 | Who are these like stars appearing | | | | | | | |
d857 | Who knows how near my [his] end may be | | | | | | | |
d858 | Who puts his trust in God most just | | | | | | | |
d859 | Why should the children of a King | | | | | | | |
d860 | Why should these eyes be tearful | | | | | | | |
d861 | With broken heart and contrite sigh | | | | | | | |
d862 | With joy we lift our eyes | | | | | | | |
d863 | With songs and honors sounding loud | | | | | | | |
d864 | With tearful eyes I look around | | | | | | | |
d865 | Within the Father's house the son hath found his home | | | | | | | |
d866 | Within thy courts have millions met | | | | | | | |
d867 | Witness, ye men and angels, now | | | | | | | |
d868 | Work, for the night is coming, work through the morning hours | | | | | | | |
d869 | Ye mourning saints [friends] [ ones], whose streaming tears | | | | | | | |
d870 | Ye nations round [of] the earth, rejoice | | | | | | | |
d871 | Ye servant [servants] of the Lord, Each in his [your] office waits | | | | | | | |
d872 | Ye [You] servants of God [Christ] your Master proclaim | | | | | | | |
d873 | Yes, God is good, in earth and sky | | | | | | | |
d874 | Yes, our Shepherd leads with gentle hand | | | | | | | |
d875 | Zion, at thy shining gates | | | | | | | |
d876 | Zion [Sion], to thy Savior singing | | | | | | | |