Vouchsafe the grace for which I pray
Vouchsafe to keep me, Lord, this day
Waiting at his Saviour’s feet
Waiting for the Comforter
Walking in the church below
Wandering souls, lift up your eyes
Warm’d by fond nature’s wild desire
Warn’d from the body to depart
Warn’d of my dissolution
Warn’d of my dissolution near, as on the margin
Warn’d of my dissolution near, I see my one great business
Warn’d of that vindictive day
Warned by their fall, we woud be wise
Warned of God to watch and pray
Was ever charity like Thine
Was ever grief like Thine
Was it a fruitless fond desire
Was it a sin in Nebat’s son
Was it his nature’s stubbornness
Was it not Thy kind design
Was not our father Abraham tried
Wash my own heart! It cannot be
Wast Thou not sent, my Lord, for me?
Watch’d by the world’s malignant eye
Watchman of Israel I
We all are sprung from Adam’s line
We ask a soul no longer
We blame the fiend, ourselves
We blame the rabble who preferred
We blame the Savage King, whose Cruel Word
We bless Thee Saviour for the grace
We cannot follow Christ in vain
We cannot know the’ eternal Son
We cannot rest, who Jesus know
We claim the promise, Lord, for ours
We deem the saints from mortal flesh released
We do not, Lord, in Thee confide
We first beheld the promise made
We gather up with pious care
We God the Father praise
We grossly misconceive
We have no benefit from thee
We have not an High-priest above
We have them too, and Christ beside
We hear a Romish Founder say, cast not your sins, but shoes, away, another bids
We hear a Romish Founder say, cast not your sins, but shoes, away, another cries
We here the dire Occasion see
We here the sinner’s history read
We in His ministers and word
We in our celestial Friend
We in our Lord’s command
We kindly share a mourner’s woe
We know, by faith we know
We know, by faith we surely know
We lift our hearts (for God is here)
We lift our hearts to Thee, Jehovah
We lift our hearts to Thee, O Day-Star
We long to worldly pleasures cleave
We look for mercy still
We magnify the gift of God
We must in our requests succeed
We must speak on, forbid by all
We never can recriminate
We nothing catch with all our care
We of every good below
We ought to wash before we eat
We preach a rest from sin and fear
We preach in Jesus’ name in vain
We run before the grace divine
We run in distress To Jesus our tower
We see not why the Man Divine
We seek the Saviour of mankind
We shall stand before His face
We should have been doom’d with devils to dwell
We sing as in those earliest days
We still among the poor may find
We still the old objection hear
We tell the proud indignant race
We that are Christ’s, have crucified
We that the Lord have known
We the Father’s law receive
We think by truth Divine impressed
We to the temptation yield
We too of Jesus sing
We triumph in the word’s success
We two, O Lord, on earth agree
We wait for tbe returning
We who Jesus’ Spirit know
We who our Saviour’s word receive
We will not chide Thy followers, Lord
We wish our children rich and great
We witness for our Prince
We worship our exalted Lord
We would thine aged followers give
We wrestle not with flesh and blood, the world and Satan
We wrestle not with flesh and blood, Whoe’er to Jesu’s sway
We your Majesty’s dutiful subjects and Leiges
We, Jesus, have heard Thy wonderful fame
We, only we believe indeed
Weaken’d by my bosom-sin
Weakened when our faith we find
Weakest, when I strongest seem
Weakness still with ignorance
Weary life of sin and grief
Weary of all below
Weary of all this wordy strife
Weary of life, with guilt oppressed
Weary of my own complaints
Weary of my sad complaining
Weary of struggling with my pain
Weary of this daily dying
Weary of wandering from my God
Weary on the well reclined
Weary souls, who wander wide
Weary world of sin, and anguish
Weary world, when will it end
Weary, faint, through long delay
Weary, why should I farther go
Weep, ye common mourners, weep
Weeps the Saviour o’er His foe
Welcome friend, in that great name
Welcome from the Rocks and Waves!
Welcome incurable disease
Welcome my Saviour’s word to me
Welcome the bright millenial day
Welcome, contempt! stern, faithful guide
Welcome, weariness and pain
Well doth a summer leaf explain
Well the bodily possession
Were his alms and ceaseless prayers
Wesley beset, assail’d on every side
Wesley himself and friends betrays
Wesley permits ambitious Coke to rule
What a beautiful sight
What a mystery am I
What am I, O Thou Glorious God
What angel can explain
What angel can the grace explain
What are these array’d in white
What are these wounds, so deep, so wide
What are those marks th’ apostle bears
What avails it, Lord, to know
What avails th’ external sign
What avails the outward sign
What but mercy could impose
What but Omnipotence can raise
What but th’ omnipotence of grace
What but the love of truth and thee
What but the Spirit of faith divine
What but Thy right hand of power
What but Thy strength-inspiring eye
What by the Lord of Hosts was said
What can feeble nature do?
What can harm the friends of God?
What can persecution do
What can we ask or covet more
What cannot Fashion do? with magic ease
What cannot the Almighty do, for saving
What cannot the Almighty do, When by the greatness
What canst Thou do to me, whose good
What Christian crowds the kingdom lose
What comfortable words are Thine
What could earth and hell do more
What could the curious passion do?
What crowds acknowledge Thee their Lord
What crowds in every age receive
What crowds, O Lord, Thy name profess
What depths of wisdom and of grace
What divine humility
What do these solemn words portend
What doth my gracious Saviour say
What doth that silence mean
What doth the ladder mean
What doth the Lord require of man
What doth thy Gnostic faith avail
What end of man’s apostasy
What endless scenes of wonder rise
What evil thing is this ye do
What fatal madness to delay
What follies abound
What good remains in me?
What harm to raise a fortune fair
What harm, if Ministers agree
What hath this wretched world to give
What have devils to do with Thee?
What heart can e’er conceive, how great
What heart can e’er conceive, the gospel-mystery
What help alas, or hope
What hope of safety for our realm
What is a modem man of fashion?
What is an heart with envy fraught
What is in man for God t’approve
What is it then which now constrains
What is that gospel-hope?
What is that meetness for the skies
What is that mysterious Name
What is that unity?
What is the chaff, the word of man
What is the fruit which Christ requires
What is the grace I fain would prove