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Waft, waft, ye winds, his story
Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart
Wake, awake, for night is flying
Wake in our breast the living fires
Wakened by the solemn warning
Wash out its stains, refine its dross
Watch, as if on that alone
Watch by the sick; enrich the poor
Watch, Lord, thy harvest field
Watch! 'tis your Lord's command
Watchman, tell us of the night
We are his people, we his care
We are of thee, the children of thy love
We are sinful, cleanse us, Lord
We are traveling home to God
We beseech thee, hear us
We bring them, Lord, and with the sign
We build our school on thee, O Lord
We change, but thou art still the same
We come in the might of the Lord of light
We come, obedient to thy word
We come unto our fathers' God
We fight for truth, we fight for God
We give thee but thine own
We lay our garments by
We love the house of prayer
We love the place, O God
We love the sacred font
We love thine altar, Lord
We love thy holy word
We march, we march to victory!
We mark her goodly battlements
We may not climb the heavenly steeps
We may not know, we cannot tell
We may not touch his hands and side
We plow the fields, and scatter
We praise thee for the Baptist, forerunner of the Word
We praise thy grace, O Saviour
We praise thy Name, O Lord most High
We pray thee, grant us strength to take
We pray thee, Lord, arise
We pray thee, too, for wanderers from Thy fold
We seek thee where thou dwell'st on high
We share our mutual woes
We sing the glorious conquest
We sing the praise of him who died
We taste thee, O thou living Bread!
We thank thee that thy Church unsleeping
We thank thee, then, O Father
We three kings of Orient are
We thy call have disobeyed
We wait in faith, and turn our face
We walk by faith, and not by sight
We wear the cross they wore of old
We work together in thy sight
We would be one in hatred of all wrong
We would gladly for that Name
We would not live by bread alone
We would see Jesus; for the shadows lengthen
We would see Jesus: other lights are paling
We would see Jesus: sense is all too binding
We would see Jesus, the great rock foundation
We would see Jesus: this is all we're needing
We would see Jesus; yet the spirit lingers
We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs
Weak is the effort of my heart
Weary of self, and laden with my sin
Weary of wandering from my God
Weep thou not for my grief
"Welcome, happy morning!" age to age shall say
"Well I know thy trouble
Were the whole realm of nature mine
What are the Monarch, his court, and his throne?
What are they but his jewels
What can we do to work God's work
What if thy footsteps are not known?
What, O my Savior
What rush of alleluias
What shall I, frail man, be pleading?
What thanks and praise to thee we owe
What though in lonely grief I sigh
What though in solemn silence all
What though the spicy breezes
Whate'er events betide
Whate'er I do, things great or small
When all shall heed the words he said
When all thy mercies, O my God
When Christ was born of Mary free
When comes the promised time
When deep within our swelling hearts
When drooping pleasure turns to grief
When ends life's transient dream
When foes thy Church's power defy
When gladness wings my favoured hour
When I survey the wondrous cross
When I tread the verge of Jordan
When in the night I sleepless lie
When in the sultry glebe I faint
When Jesus into Salem rode
When Jesus left his Father's throne
When knowledge, hand in hand with peace
When morning gilds the skies
When my last hour cometh
When nature fails, and day and night
When noon her throne in light arrays
When on my aching, burdened heart
When our foes are near us
When our heads are bowed with woe
When penitence has wept in vain
When rising floods my soul o'erflow
When Satan flings his fiery darts
When shall end the battle sore
When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls
When sleep her balm denies
When sorrow swells the laden breast
When storms of fierce temptation beat
When temptation sorely presses
When that illustrious day shall rise
When the death shades round us lower
When the fight is fiercest
When the heart is sad within
When the heavens shall ring, and the angels sing
When the holy vow is made
When the Judge his seat attaineth
When the morning wakens
When the shadows lengthen
When the soft dews of kindly sleep
When the solemn death-bell tolls
When the storms are o'er us
When the sun ariseth
When the sun of bliss is beaming
When the woes of life o'ertake me
When the world around is smiling
When Thomas first the tidings heard
When through fiery trials thy pathway shall lie
When through the deep waters I call thee to go
When to the cross I turn mine eyes
When trials sore obstruct my way
When we at death must part
When we disclose our wants in prayer
When we lie asleep at night
When we seek relief
When we taste the mystic wine
When we vainly seem to pray
When wilt thou save the people?
When wounded sore the stricken soul
Whene'er the sweet church bell
Where cross the crowded ways of life
Where is thy reign of peace
Where light, and life, and joy, and peace
Where loyal hearts and true
Where poverty in pain must lie
Where saints and angels dwell above
Where saints are clothed in spotless white
Where streams of living water flow
Where the Paschal blood is poured
Where the shadows deepest lie
Wherever He may guide me
Whether to live or die
While he raised his hands in blessing
While I am a pilgrim here
While I draw this fleeting breath
While in penitence we kneel
While life's dark maze I tread
While on thy dear cross we gaze
While shepherds watched their flocks by night
While the wicked are confounded
While thee, by whom were all things made, we praise
While thee I seek, protecting Power
While thus they sing your Monarch
While we seek for pardoning grace
Who are these in bright array
Who are these like stars appearing
Who are these of dazzling brightness
Who best can drink his cup of woe
Who but thou had dared to drain
Who can tell the pleasure
Who fillest all things, earth and sky and sea
Who hates, hates thee; who loves, becomes
Who holdest all things in thy hollowed hand
Who is the King of glory, Who?
Who is this that comes in glory
Who learn of thee, the truth shall find
Who of us death's awful road
Who, on Christ's dear mother gazing
Who so beset him round
Who was the guilty? Who brought this upon thee?
Whom shall we trust but thee, O Lord?
Whom thou didst choose to tell the tale
Whose friendly streams to us
Why faint, my soul? why doubt Jehovah's aid?
Why should I shrink from pain and woe
Wide as the world is thy command
Wilt thou own the gift I bring?
Wisdom, and zeal, and faith impart
With a childlike heart of love
With all the angel choirs
With broken heart and contrite sigh
With forbidden pleasures
With heavenly bread makes them that hunger whole
With jasper glow thy bulwarks
With my burden I begin
With Pentecostal force
With shining face and bright array
With smiles of peace and looks of love
With the calm word of prayer
With the dear word of love
With the strong word of faith
With the sweet word of peace
With thy favoured sheep O place me
With us, for us, intercede
Within our heart of hearts
Within thy temple when they stand
"Woman, behold thy son!"
Wondrous sound the trumpet flingeth
Word-made-flesh true bread he maketh
Word of mercy, giving
Word of the everliving God
Work shall be prayer, if all be wrought
Worship, honor, power, and blessing
Worthless are my prayers and sighing
Worthy art thou at all times to receive
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