# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d401 | Well met, dear friends, in Jesus' name | | | | | | | |
d402 | We've found the rock, the traveler cries [travelers cried] | | | | | | | |
d403 | What contradictions meet | | | | | | | |
d404 | What empty things are all the skies | | | | | | | |
d405 | What heavenly music do I [we] hear | | | | | | | |
d406 | What joyful sound is this I hear | | | | | | | |
d407 | What poor despised company | | | | | | | |
d408 | What scenes of glory strike my sense | | | | | | | |
d409 | What scenes of terror and amaze | | | | | | | |
d410 | What shall I render to my God for all his kindness shown | | | | | | | |
d411 | What sound is this salutes mine [my] ear | | | | | | | |
d412 | What strange desire is this to [I] feel | | | | | | | |
d413 | What think ye [you] of Christ, is the test | | | | | | | |
d414 | What various hindrances we meet | | | | | | | |
d415 | When blooming youth is [are] snatched [called] away | | | | | | | |
d416 | When Christ pours out a heavenly sound | | | | | | | |
d417 | When Christians all in friendship meet | | | | | | | |
d418 | When converts first begin to sing | | | | | | | |
d419 | When God revealed his gracious name | | | | | | | |
d420 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d421 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
d422 | When marshalled on the nightly [mighty] plain | | | | | | | |
d423 | When, O my Savior, shall this heart | | | | | | | |
d424 | When overwhelmed with grief | | | | | | | |
d425 | When shall we three meet again | | | | | | | |
d426 | When sickness shakes the [languid] frame | | | | | | | |
d427 | When souls are first converted | | | | | | | |
d428 | When strangers stand and hear me tell | | | | | | | |
d429 | When we, our wearied [weary] limbs to rest | | | | | | | |
d430 | Whene'er I look into thy word | | | | | | | |
d431 | Where shall we go to seek and find | | | | | | | |
d432 | Whilst thee I seek, protecting power | | | | | | | |
d433 | Whither goest thou, pilgrim stranger | | | | | | | |
d434 | Why should the children of a King | | | | | | | |
d435 | Why should we mourn departing friends | | | | | | | |
d436 | Why should we start and fear to die | | | | | | | |
d437 | With heart [hearts] and lips unfeigned | | | | | | | |
d438 | With joy we meditate the [thy] grace | | | | | | | |
d439 | With love of pity I look round | | | | | | | |
d440 | With songs and honors sounding loud | | | | | | | |
d441 | Ye glittering toys of earth, adieu | | | | | | | |
d442 | Ye happy children who follow Jesus | | | | | | | |
d443 | Ye jewels of my [our] master | | | | | | | |
d444 | Ye saints attend the Savior's voice | | | | | | | |
d445 | Ye saints of God, of every name | | | | | | | |
d446 | Ye sons of men, with joy record | | | | | | | |
d447 | Ye trembling souls, dismiss your fears | | | | | | | |
d448 | Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor Behold a royal feast | | | | | | | |
d449 | Ye [You] servants of God [Christ] your Master proclaim | | | | | | | |
d450 | Yes, my native land, I love thee | | | | | | | |
d451 | Young people, all, attention give | | | | | | | |