756 | Weary of wandering from my God
. 1150 Weary sinner! keep thine eyes.
298 Weary with sin, I lift mine eyes
292 Welcome, delightful morn
239 Welcome, sweet day of rest
304 Welcome to me the darkest night
3-0 What are these in bright array?
515 What cheering words are these?
468 What equal honors shall we bring
2541 What finite power, with ceaseless toil
229 What grace, O Lord, and beauty shone
246 | What secret place, what distant star
232 | What shall I render to my God
Up to the hills I lift mine eyes, There all .
Up to the hills I lift mine eyes, Th' eternal
Up to the Lord, who reigns on high
Upward I lift mine eyes
Vainly through night's weary hours
Vital spark of heavenly flame! .
Wait, O my soul, thy Maker's will!
Wake the song of jubilee!
Walk in the light! so shalt thou know
1188 What though no flowers the fig-tree clothe
327 What various hindrances we meet
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330When all thy mercies, O my God
When along life's thorny road.
895 When, as returns this solemn day
812 | When bending o'er the brink of life
206 When blest with that transporting view
81 When blooming youth is snatched away
267 When brighter suns and milder skies.
614 When darkness long has vailed my mind.
383 When downward to the darksome tomb
1024 When earthly comforts die
996 When from my sight all fades away
597 When gathering clouds around I view
883 When God revealed his gracious name
37 When I can read my title clear
1200 When I can trust my all with God
810 When I listen to thy word.
195 When I survey the wondrous cross
225 When in these courts we seek thy face
659 | When marshaled on the nightly plain
924 When our heads are bowed with woe.
Where shall I look for holy calm.
Where'er, through all his works, we send
Wherewith, O God, shall I draw near
While foes are strong, and danger near
While in the hours of blooming youth
While life prolongs its precious light
While my Redeemer's near.
While o'er the deep thy servants sail
While shepherds watched their flocks by night
While thee I seek, protecting Power
While to thy table I repair
While with ceaseless course the sun
Whither, oh, whither should I fly
Who can describe the joys that rise
Who, O Lord, when life is o'er
Who shall ascend thy heavenly place
Who shall the Lord's elect condemn?
Who, when beneath affliction's rod.
Who, who can part our ransomed souls
Whom have we, Lord, in heaven, but thee?
Why do we mourn departing friends.
Why droops my soul, with grief oppressed?
Why is my heart so far from thee
Why, on the bending willows hung.
Why search ye in the narrow tomb
Why should I fear the darkest hour
Why should I murmur or repine
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With transport, Lord, our souls proclaim
Witness, ye men and angels, now
678 Worlds cannot reach the mighty price
830 Worship, honor, glory, blessing
497 Worthy the Lamb of boundless sway
403 Ye Christian heralds! go proclaim.
1107 Ye dying sons of men.
603 With heavenly power, O Lord, defend
With joy we hail the sacred day
With joy we meditate the grace
976 Ye servants of the Lord.
642 Ye tribes of Adam, join
1210 Ye who in these courts are found
739 Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor
629 Yes, for me, for me he careth
1041 Yes, I will bless thee, O my God!
36 Yes, my native land! I love thee
414 Yes, the Redeemer rose
946 Your harps, ye trembling saints
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