# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d301 | What heavenly music do I [we] hear | | | | | | | |
d302 | What poor despised company | | | | | | | |
d303 | What sound is this salutes mine [my] ear | | | | | | | |
d304 | What think ye [you] of Christ, is the test | | | | | | | |
d305 | What think you [ye], my friends, of the preaching of John | | | | | | | |
d306 | What various hindrances we meet | | | | | | | |
d307 | When converts first begin to sing | | | | | | | |
d308 | When death appears before my [our] sight | | | | | | | |
d309 | When first my soul enlisted | | | | | | | |
d310 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d311 | When Paul was parted from his friends | | | | | | | |
d312 | When we baptise [baptize] we see the mode | | | | | | | |
d313 | When your rosy cheeks are pale | | | | | | | |
d314 | Whene'er I look into thy word | | | | | | | |
d315 | Where, saith [said] the mourner, is this [the] Christ | | | | | | | |
d316 | Where shall we sinners hide our heads | | | | | | | |
d317 | While on the verge of life I stand | | | | | | | |
d318 | Who besides can man recover | | | | | | | |
d319 | Who is this heavenly person, who | | | | | | | |
d320 | Why do we [ye] [you] mourn departing [departed] [for dying] friends | | | | | | | |
d321 | With fiery serpents greatly pained | | | | | | | |
d322 | With love of pity I look round | | | | | | | |
d323 | With pleasure [we] behold that [the] city of gold | | | | | | | |
d324 | Ye dying sons of men | | | | | | | |
d325 | Ye glittering toys of earth, adieu | | | | | | | |
d326 | Ye happy children who follow Jesus | | | | | | | |
d327 | Ye happy souls arise | | | | | | | |
d328 | Ye humble souls that [who] seek the Lord | | | | | | | |
d329 | Ye jewels of my [our] master | | | | | | | |
d330 | Ye saints attend the Savior's voice | | | | | | | |
d331 | Ye sons of men, with joy record | | | | | | | |
d332 | Ye sons of the main, ye that [who] sail o'er the flood | | | | | | | |
d333 | Ye that pass by, behold the man | | | | | | | |
d334 | Ye trembling souls, dismiss your fears | | | | | | | |
d335 | Ye tried sons of God, Ye still have food | | | | | | | |
d336 | Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor Behold a royal feast | | | | | | | |
d337 | Ye [You] servants of God [Christ] your Master proclaim | | | | | | | |
d338 | Yes, perfect love, is perfect bliss | | | | | | | |
d339 | Young converts on the banks | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal is not yet complete - may be missing texts or tunes]