# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d401 | Thou hast said, exalted Jesus [Savior] | | | | | | | |
d402 | Thou soft [sweet] flowing [gliding] Kedron [Cedron], by thy silver [limpid] stream | | | | | | | |
d403 | Though hard the winds are blowing | | | | | | | |
d404 | Though troubles assail and thick dangers affright | | | | | | | |
d405 | Through all the changing scenes of life, In trouble | | | | | | | |
d406 | Thus far my God hath [has] led me on | | | | | | | |
d407 | Time is earnest, passing by | | | | | | | |
d408 | Time is winging us away | | | | | | | |
d409 | 'Tis a point I long to know | | | | | | | |
d410 | 'Tis my happiness below | | | | | | | |
d411 | 'Tis religion that can give sweetest pleasures | | | | | | | |
d412 | To go from my home, and with kindred to part, to break up my friendships, affects not my heart | | | | | | | |
d413 | To Jesus, the crown of my [our] hope | | | | | | | |
d414 | 'Twas on that [a] dark, that [and] doleful [awful] [dreary] night [day] | | | | | | | |
d415 | Up to the field [fields] where angels lie [sing] | | | | | | | |
d416 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
d417 | We feel that heaven is now begun | | | | | | | |
d418 | We speak of the realms of the blest | | | | | | | |
d419 | Weeping soul, no longer mourn, Jesus all thy griefs hath borne | | | | | | | |
d420 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
d421 | Welcome, thou well beloved of God | | | | | | | |
d422 | What glory gilds the sacred page | | | | | | | |
d423 | What is life, 'tis but [all] a vapor | | | | | | | |
d424 | What shall I render to my God for all his kindness shown | | | | | | | |
d425 | What various hindrances we meet | | | | | | | |
d426 | What, what is this that steals upon my frame | | | | | | | |
d427 | When all thy [your] mercies, O my [our] God [gracious Lord] | | | | | | | |
d428 | When any turn from Zion's way | | | | | | | |
d429 | When at the margin of the stream | | | | | | | |
d430 | When, his salvation bringing [sending] | | | | | | | |
d431 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d432 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
d433 | When languor and disease invade | | | | | | | |
d434 | When marshalled on the nightly [mighty] plain | | | | | | | |
d435 | When overwhelmed with grief | | | | | | | |
d436 | When shall the voice of singing flow | | | | | | | |
d437 | When shall we meet again, Meet ne'er [more] to sever | | | | | | | |
d438 | When shall we three meet again | | | | | | | |
d439 | When the worn spirit wants repose | | | | | | | |
d440 | When torn is the [thy] bosom by [with] sorrow [anguish] or [and] care | | | | | | | |
d441 | Where two or three, with sweet accord | | | | | | | |
d442 | While in this sacred rite of thine | | | | | | | |
d443 | While now we taste these emblems, Lord | | | | | | | |
d444 | While shepherds watch [watched] their flocks by night | | | | | | | |
d445 | While thee I [we] seek, protecting power | | | | | | | |
d446 | While with ceaseless [careless] course the sun | | | | | | | |
d447 | Whither goest thou, pilgrim stranger | | | | | | | |
d448 | Why do we [ye] [you] mourn departing [departed] [for dying] friends | | | | | | | |
d449 | Why is my heart so far from thee | | | | | | | |
d450 | Why should we start and fear to die | | | | | | | |
d451 | Why will ye [you] waste on trifling cares | | | | | | | |
d452 | With joy we meditate the [thy] grace | | | | | | | |
d453 | With tears of anguish I lament | | | | | | | |
d454 | With willing hearts we tread | | | | | | | |
d455 | Ye daughters of Zion, declare, have you seen | | | | | | | |
d456 | Ye nations round [of] the earth, rejoice | | | | | | | |
d457 | Ye servant [servants] of the Lord, Each in his [your] office waits | | | | | | | |
d458 | Ye sons of earth, arise | | | | | | | |
d459 | Ye tribes of Adam join, with heaven and earth and seas | | | | | | | |
d460 | Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor Behold a royal feast | | | | | | | |
d461 | Ye [You] servants of God [Christ] your Master proclaim | | | | | | | |
d462 | Yes, I will rejoice, rejoice in the Lord | | | | | | | |
d463 | Yes, my native land, I love thee | | | | | | | |