WATCH'D by the world's malignant eye We sing his love, who once was slain "We've no abiding city here" Weary of these low scenes of night Weary of wandering from my God Weary souls, that wander wide
Weep, ye common mourners, weep
Welcome, welcome, blessed servant Whate'er a blooming world contains
What heavenly man, or lovely God
What if death my sleep invade What is life? that precious boon
What is our God, or what his name What is this passing scene What, though downy slumbers flee What though my frail eyelids refuse What thousands never knew the road What vain desires and passions vain What various hindrances we meet When all my past days to review When all thy mercies, O my God When all thy waves and storms are past When any turn from Zion's way When, as returns this solemn day Whea, bending o'er the brink of life When blooming youth is snatch'd away When chill the blast of winter blows When darkness long has veil'd my mind When death, and everlasting things
When dreadful o'er a mourning land
When lowering clouds deform the sky When marshall'd on the nightly plain When 'mid the gloom of night I stray When inortal man resigns his breath
When my breast labours with oppressive care 1.32 When night descends in sable guise
When, on Sinai's top, I see
When the fierce north wind with his airy forces 111
When the vale of death appears
When the winter's tempest lowers
When this poor heart and flesh shall fail
When through the frame diseases roll When trials overwhelm the soul When we pass through yonder river Whence has the world her magic power Where are those whispers of the heart Where high the heavenly temple stands Where is the gourd, that sudden rose Where is the Hebrew's God Where shall the tribes of Adam find Wherefore should I make my moan Wherefore should man, frail child of clay While angel choirs their harps employ While beauty clothes the fertile vale While I am banish'd from thy house While Sinai roars, and round the earth While sorrow wrings my bleeding heart While sounds of war are beard around While the unthinking many cry While thee I seek, protecting power
Who, mightiest Lord, to Israel's eyes Why flow these torrents of distress Why should I seek what cannot save Why should our mourning thoughts delight Why should the Christian waste in sighs Wide o'er all worlds the Saviour reigns Will the pardoning God despise
YE angels, who stand round the throne Ye birds, that lessen as ye fly
Ye children come, my precepts hear
Ye faithful souls, who Jesus know
Ye golden lamps of heaven, farewel Ye happy souls, no longer tost
Ye hearts, with youthful vigouf warm Ye humble souls that seek the Lord
Ye mourning saints, whose streaming tears Ye saints, assist me in my song
Ye servants of God, your master proclaim Ye simple souls that stray
Ye sons of earth prepare the plough Ye tempests, spare the slumbers of your Lord 339
Ye, who are doomed from shore to shore Ye works of God, on him alone Yes, from this instant now I will Yes, the promis'd tribulation Yes, the Redeemer rose
Yet a few years, or days perhaps Ye verdant hills, ye smiling fields
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