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Catherine Winkworth at CCEL

First Lines of Verses of Hymns

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Wake and watch, or else thy night
Wake, awake, for night is flying
Wake, awake, for night is flying
Wake, Spirit, who in times now olden
Wakenest thou again to sorrow
Wakenest thou again to sorrow
Wash'd in the blood that gushes
Wash'd in the blood that gushes
Watch against the world that frowns
Watch against thyself, my soul
We all believe in One true God
We all believe in One true God
We are bound without, within
We are rich, for He was poor
We ask but one thing for our lot
We bury all our sin and crime
We cannot see as yet Thy glorious face
We Christians may rejoice to-day
We die with Thee; oh let us live
We die with Thee; oh let us live
We haughty sons of men
We have deserved, and patiently
We have no refuge; none on earth to aid us
We have no refuge, none on earth to aid us
We know for us a rest remains
We offer up ourselves to Thee
We offer up ourselves to Thee
We pass our nights in wakeful thought
We praise Thee with the earliest morning ray
We praise, we worship Thee, we trust
We pray Thee, O Eternal Son
We shall not rue our choice
We sow in tears; but let us keep
We stand bereft of help, and poor and lonely
We take thee for our chariot, stormy Sea!
We thank Thee, Father, that this day
We thank Thee, Father, that this day
We thank Thee for that gracious care
We thank Thee then, O God of heaven
We thank Thee then, O God of heaven
We who yet wander through the waste
We yield, O Thou true Life, to Thee
Wealth, I will not heed thee
Wealth, I will not heed thee
Wealth that this world can command
Weary am I, Lord, and worn
Weary am I of my pain
Weary souls with toil outworn
Weep not! dearest to my heart
Weep not, dearest to my heart
Weep not, my Redeemer lives!
Weep not, my Redeemer lives
Weep not that I take my leave
Weep not that the world I leave
Welcome, O my Saviour, now!
Welcome, Thou victor in the strife
Welcome Thou victor in the strife
Welcome to earth, Thou noble guest
Welcome to earth, Thou noble guest
Well content am I if only
Well contented is my heart
Well for him who all forsaking
Well for him who all forsaking
Well for him who all things losing
Well for him who all things losing
Well for him who nothing knoweth
Well for him who nothing knoweth
Well for him whom death has landed
Well for him whom death has landed
Well for those who in His strength have lived
Well He knows how best to grant me
Well He knows how best to grant me
Well I know this life of ours
Well our utmost efforts worth
Were earth a thousand times as fair
Were earth a thousand times as fair
What are earthly joys? a weary
What can I ask for more? Behold
What can these anxious cares avail thee
What can these anxious cares avail
What had I been if Thou wert not?
What here may shine I all resign
What here may shine I all resign
What human prudence fondly strives to bind
What is there I yet should do
What is there I yet should do
What is there my foes can do
What lives by life that is not Thine
What most would profit us He knows
What now sickens, mourns, and sighs
What pleases God, O pious soul
"What pleaseth God I frankly take
"What pleaseth God, that pleaseth me
What profit that He loosed and broke
What profit us His deeds and life
What profit ye His death and cross
What profits all that Christ hath taught
What profits it that Christ hath deigned
What profits it that Christ is born
What profits it that He is risen
What profits us His agony
What shall I, a sinner, do?
What strangest punishment! The Shepherd good
What strangest punishmnent is suffer'd yonder!--
What the fathers most desired
What though the world on us may fling
What though the world were full of fiends
What thrilling joy when on our sight
What within me and without
What within me and without
What without Thy aid is wrought
What without Thy aid is wrought
What would seem to hurt or shame thee
What would seem to hurt or shame thee
Whate'er may be His pleasure
Whate'er may be the burden
Whate'er my God ordains is right
Whate'er my God ordains is right
Whate'er of earthly good this life may grant me
Whate'er shall be His pleasure
Whate'er the burden be
Whatsoe'er my heart hath planned
When all around is darkling
When all my mind is darkened o'er
When along the brook I wander
When anguish'd and perplex'd I lift my weary eyes
When anguish'd and perplexed, with many a sigh and tear
When comes the hour of failing breath
When evil tongues with stinging blame
When God's just wrath and anger burn
When His strokes upon me light
When His strokes upon me light
When I cry for help, oh hear me
When I dread some coming ill
When I reach that home of gladness
When I reach that home of gladness
When I sleep my Guardian wakes
When I sleep my Guardian wakes
When I wander by the stream
When I watch the moon arise
When I watch the moon arise
When in the hour of utmost need
When in the hour of utmost need
When late at night my rest I take
When life's day hath fleeted by
When mind, and thought, O Saviour
When my heart with longing sickens
When my heart with longing sickens
When my last hour is close at hand
When my last hour is close at hand
When my trials tarry long
When my trials tarry long
When now at last the hour is come
When on the cross the Saviour hung
When o'er my sins I sorrow
When reason contradicts Thy law, or climbs
When shall the sway
When sorrow and remorse
When strength and heart grow faint and sad
When the golden sun forth goes
When the heart must know
When the heart must know
When the last agony draws nigh
When the Lord recalls the banish'd
When the Lord recalls the banish'd
When the twilight now hath vanish'd
When these brief trial-days are spent
When thus Thy Spirit in me burneth
When weakness on me lies
Whence come these sorrows, whence this cruel woe?
Whence come these sorrows, whence this mortal anguish
Whenever again thou sinkest
Whene'er I hope in Thee, my Friend
Whene'er I hope in Thee, my Friend
Where He joins, Man, place no bar!
Where is strength, Lord, to fulfil
Where now my spirit stayeth
Where now my spirit stayeth
Where shall we aid and comfort find
Where they bear the sceptre
Where Thy joyous splendours dart
Where would the garden's splendour be
Wherefore dost Thou longer tarry
Wherefore dost Thou longer tarry
Wherefore my hope is in the Lord
Wherefore should I grieve and pine?
Wherein as Christians we may live
Wheresoe'er my couch is made
Wherever I go, whate'er my task
While that ye are in your mansions resting
While that ye are resting in your home
While the foe my soul is telling
While yet the morn is breaking
Who are those array'd in brightness
Who are those arrayed in light
Who are those before God's throne
Who are those that, fare before me
Who are those that in their hands
Who follows Christ whate'er betide
Who hath Thee, knows Thy word and love
Who is there that would not gladly die
Who joins him to that Lord
Who keepeth not God's word, yet saith
Who knows how near my end may be?
Who knows how near my end may be?
Who, Lord, by searching e'er shall find out Thee
Who, Lord, of us, with thought and tongue so weak
Who once was borne, betray'd and slain
Who puts his trust in God most just
Who puts his trust in God most just
Who seeks in weakness an excuse
Who sees God in the precious stone
Who then would faint, nor join to share
Who would make the prize his own
Who wrestling long, with many a cry
Who yet o'er earth in time must roam
Whoso shall ponder oft these words
Why art thou full of anxious fear
Why art thou thus cast down, my heart?
Why art thou thus cast down, my heart?
Why didst Thou leave Thy throne
Why halt thus, O deluded heart
Why heed ye then the craft and noise
Why is it that life is no longer sad
Why mourn, then, that I now go hence?
Will come, and with a mighty hand
Wilt Thou then always bear my sins in mind?
Wisdom hath made them all
With a glad and fearless mien
With all Thy saints, Thee, Lord, we sing
With all Thy saints, Thee, Lord, we sing
With holy zeal then fill us
With peace and joy I now depart
With the sages from afar
With the sages from afar
With the wise who know Thee right
With the wise who know Thee right
With Thee, Lord, would I cast my lot
With Thee, O Father, therefore may
Witness in our hearts that God
Witness our hearts that God
Word of Life! most pure and strong
Word of Life! most pure and strong
Work Thou in me, and heavenward guide
World, farewell! Of thee I'm tired
World, farewell! Of thee I'm tired
Worldly joys I cast behind me
Would I could praise Thee with an angel's tongue!
Would I then, to soothe my sorrow
Would I then, to soothe my sorrow
Would that I today might leave
Would the powers of ill affright
Would the powers of ill affright
Would the world my steps entice
Would there were help within our walls!
Wouldst thou inherit life with Christ on high?
Wouldst Thou that I should tarry here
Wrestle, till through every vein
Wrestle, till thy zeal is burning
Wrestle with strong prayers and cries
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