| # | Text | Tune |  |  |  |  |  |  |
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| d501 | We speak of the realms of the blest | | | | | | | |
| d502 | Weary pilgrim, why this [the] sadness | | | | | | | |
| d503 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
| d504 | We're toiling here, by sin opprest [oppressed] | | | | | | | |
| d505 | We've no abiding city here | | | | | | | |
| d506 | What poor despised company | | | | | | | |
| d507 | What sounds are these salute the ear | | | | | | | |
| d508 | What various hindrances we meet | | | | | | | |
| d509 | When burdened is my breast | | | | | | | |
| d510 | When daily I kneel down to pray | | | | | | | |
| d511 | When for [the] eternal [heavenly] world [worlds] I [we] steer | | | | | | | |
| d512 | When I can trust my all with God | | | | | | | |
| d513 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
| d514 | When I'm happy hear me cry [sing] | | | | | | | |
| d515 | When Jesus dwelt in mortal clay | | | | | | | |
| d516 | When languor and disease invade | | | | | | | |
| d517 | When marshalled on the nightly [mighty] plain | | | | | | | |
| d518 | When overwhelmed with grief | | | | | | | |
| d519 | When shall I see the day that ends my woes | | | | | | | |
| d520 | When shall the voice of singing flow | | | | | | | |
| d521 | When shall we meet again, Meet ne'er [more] to sever | | | | | | | |
| d522 | When the harvest is past and the summer is o'er | | | | | | | |
| d523 | When the last trumpet's awful voice | | | | | | | |
| d524 | When the waves of life o'ertake me | | | | | | | |
| d525 | When the worn spirit wants repose | | | | | | | |
| d526 | When this fair globe that hath so long | | | | | | | |
| d527 | When torn is the [thy] bosom by [with] sorrow [anguish] or [and] care | | | | | | | |
| d528 | When we the sacred grave survey | | | | | | | |
| d529 | Whene'er I look into thy word | | | | | | | |
| d530 | Where are now those ancient prophets | | | | | | | |
| d531 | Where two or three, with sweet accord | | | | | | | |
| d532 | Wherefore should man, frail child of clay | | | | | | | |
| d533 | While here I sit at Jesus' feet | | | | | | | |
| d534 | While life prolongs its precious light | | | | | | | |
| d535 | While nature was sinking in stillness to rest | | | | | | | |
| d536 | While thee I [we] seek, protecting power | | | | | | | |
| d537 | While we the opening [empty] tomb survey | | | | | | | |
| d538 | Who does not prize excellence | | | | | | | |
| d539 | Who is this that comes from Edom | | | | | | | |
| d540 | Who shall be in thy heavenly place | | | | | | | |
| d541 | Who taught the bird [birds] to build her [their] nest [nests] | | | | | | | |
| d542 | Why should I fear the darkest hour | | | | | | | |
| d543 | Why should I wish to linger here | | | | | | | |
| d544 | Why sleep ye [we], my brethren; come, let us arise | | | | | | | |
| d545 | Why that look of sadness | | | | | | | |
| d546 | Why, when storms around you gather | | | | | | | |
| d547 | With Jesus in our [the] midst | | | | | | | |
| d548 | With Jesus, the crown of my hope | | | | | | | |
| d549 | With joy we meditate the [thy] grace | | | | | | | |
| d550 | Worthy, worthy is the Lamb | | | | | | | |
| d551 | Ye Christian heroes [heralds], go proclaim | | | | | | | |
| d552 | Ye dying sons of men | | | | | | | |
| d553 | Ye hearts with youthful vigor warm | | | | | | | |
| d554 | Ye humble souls complain no more | | | | | | | |
| d555 | Ye servant [servants] of the Lord, Each in his [your] office waits | | | | | | | |
| d556 | Ye who know your sins forgiven | | | | | | | |
| d557 | Ye who rose to meet the Lord | | | | | | | |
| d558 | Yes, mighty Jesus, thou shalt reign | | | | | | | |
| d559 | Yes, the golden moments hasten | | | | | | | |
| d560 | Yes, there's one place like home | | | | | | | |
| d561 | Yes, 'tis a rough and thorny road | | | | | | | |
| d562 | Your harps, ye [you] trembling [mourning] [tearful], saints | | | | | | | |
| d563 | Zion shall soon lift up her head | | | | | | | |
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