# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d801 | When Isr'l, of the Lord beloved | | | | | | | |
d802 | When marshalled on the nightly [mighty] plain | | | | | | | |
d803 | When my Love to Christ [God] grows weak | | | | | | | |
d804 | When our heads are bowed with woe | | | | | | | |
d805 | When power divine in mortal form hushed | | | | | | | |
d806 | When the day of toil is done | | | | | | | |
d807 | When the worn spirit wants repose | | | | | | | |
d808 | When winds are raging o'er the upper ocean | | | | | | | |
d809 | Where ancient forests widely [round us] spread | | | | | | | |
d810 | Where is he that came to save | | | | | | | |
d811 | Wherefore should man, frail child of clay | | | | | | | |
d812 | While thee I [we] seek, protecting power | | | | | | | |
d813 | While with ceaseless [careless] course the sun | | | | | | | |
d814 | Who are these [those] in bright [fair] array | | | | | | | |
d815 | Who is thy neighbor, he whom thou | | | | | | | |
d816 | Who, when darkness gathered o'er us | | | | | | | |
d817 | Why do we waste on trifling cares | | | | | | | |
d818 | Wisdom has treasures greater far | | | | | | | |
d819 | With sacred joy we lift our eyes | | | | | | | |
d820 | Within thy circling arms I [we] lie | | | | | | | |
d821 | Within thy courts have millions met Millions this day before thee bowed | | | | | | | |
d822 | Word of life, most pure, most strong | | | | | | | |
d823 | Word, whose creative thrill wakes in all nature still | | | | | | | |
d824 | Workman [workmen] of God O lose not heart | | | | | | | |
d825 | Ye followers of the Prince of peace | | | | | | | |
d826 | Ye servant [servants] of the Lord, Each in his [your] office waits | | | | | | | |
d827 | Ye tribes of Adam join, with heaven and earth and seas | | | | | | | |
d828 | Yes, for me, for me He careth | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal is not yet complete - may be missing texts or tunes]