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d501 | To those who know the Lord, I speak | | | | | | | |
d502 | To thy temple we repair | | | | | | | |
d503 | Triumphant Zion, lift thy head | | | | | | | |
d504 | Unvail [Unveil] thy bosom, faithful tomb | | | | | | | |
d505 | Up, haste to Calvary, my soul | | | | | | | |
d506 | Up to thy throne, O God of love | | | | | | | |
d507 | Vain, delusive world, adieu | | | | | | | |
d508 | Vital spark of heavenly flame | | | | | | | |
d509 | Wait, O my soul, thy [the] Maker's will | | | | | | | |
d510 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
d511 | We are a garden walled around | | | | | | | |
d512 | We speak of the realms of the blest | | | | | | | |
d513 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
d514 | Well may thy servants mourn, my God | | | | | | | |
d515 | We've no abiding city here | | | | | | | |
d516 | What cheering words are these | | | | | | | |
d517 | What glory gilds the sacred page | | | | | | | |
d518 | What lovely band is this I see | | | | | | | |
d519 | What shall I render to my God for all his kindness shown | | | | | | | |
d520 | What various hindrances we meet | | | | | | | |
d521 | What wondrous love is this, O my soul | | | | | | | |
d522 | Whate'er to thee, our Lord, belongs | | | | | | | |
d523 | When all thy [your] mercies, O my [our] God [gracious Lord] | | | | | | | |
d524 | When Christ, the Lord, was here below About the work | | | | | | | |
d525 | When converts first begin to sing | | | | | | | |
d526 | When, dearest Savior, when shall I | | | | | | | |
d527 | When from the precepts to the cross | | | | | | | |
d528 | When God's own people stand in need | | | | | | | |
d529 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d530 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
d531 | When I was young, of tender years | | | | | | | |
d532 | When languor and disease invade | | | | | | | |
d533 | When marshalled on the nightly [mighty] plain | | | | | | | |
d534 | When on the cross my Lord I see | | | | | | | |
d535 | When Peter through the tedious night | | | | | | | |
d536 | When shall we three meet again | | | | | | | |
d537 | When sorrows encompass me round | | | | | | | |
d538 | When strangers stand and hear me tell | | | | | | | |
d539 | When the last trumpet's awful voice | | | | | | | |
d540 | When those we love are snatched away | | | | | | | |
d541 | When we baptise [baptize] we see the mode | | | | | | | |
d542 | Where is my [our] God, does he retire | | | | | | | |
d543 | Where two or three, with sweet accord | | | | | | | |
d544 | Wherewith shall I [we] approach the [thee] Lord | | | | | | | |
d545 | While my Redeemer's near | | | | | | | |
d546 | While nature was sinking in stillness to rest | | | | | | | |
d547 | While wandering to and fro | | | | | | | |
d548 | Who can forbear to sing | | | | | | | |
d549 | Who is this fair one in distress | | | | | | | |
d550 | Why do we [ye] [you] mourn departing [departed] [for dying] friends | | | | | | | |
d551 | Why, O my soul, these anxious cares | | | | | | | |
d552 | Why should the children of a King | | | | | | | |
d553 | Why should we start and fear to die | | | | | | | |
d554 | With gladness, dear brethren, we meet [met] at [in] this place | | | | | | | |
d555 | With my substance I will honor my Redeemer | | | | | | | |
d556 | Wrapped in the silence of the night | | | | | | | |
d557 | Ye angels, who stand round the throne | | | | | | | |
d558 | Ye fleeting charms of earth, farewell | | | | | | | |
d559 | Ye little flock, whom Jesus feeds | | | | | | | |
d560 | Ye messengers of Christ [God] | | | | | | | |
d561 | Ye mourning saints [friends] [ ones], whose streaming tears | | | | | | | |
d562 | Ye sin sick souls, dismiss your fears | | | | | | | |
d563 | Ye tempted and tried, to Jesus draw nigh | | | | | | | |
d564 | Ye that [who] in his [these] courts are found | | | | | | | |
d565 | Ye trembling souls, who still decline | | | | | | | |
d566 | Ye worlds of light, that roll so near | | | | | | | |
d567 | Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor Behold a royal feast | | | | | | | |
d568 | Yes, we trust the day is breaking | | | | | | | |
d569 | Yonder amazing sight I [we] see | | | | | | | |
d570 | You may sing of the beauty [beauties] of mountain and dale | | | | | | | |
d571 | Young people all, in blooming days | | | | | | | |
d572 | Young people all, on you I call | | | | | | | |
d573 | Your harps, ye [you] trembling [mourning] [tearful], saints | | | | | | | |
d574 | Zion's a city fair God hath blessed [blest] | | | | | | | |