Whom now we to thy grace commend
Whom the heavens cannot contain
Whom the Lord vouchsafes to feed
Whom the only fear of men
Whom wilt Thou Thy people call
Whome’er he doth for servants take
Whose hope on ignorance is built
Why am I stripp’d of all my power
Why am I, Lord, at life’s sad close
Why boastest Thou thy baleful power
Why did God on earth appear?
Why did my dying Lord ordain
Why do our factious Tyrants boast
Why do the christen’d heathens rage
Why do the Jews and Gentiles join
Why do the lawless Great conspire
Why dost Thou this affiiction send
Why dost thou, Lord, conceal thy face
Why hast Thou apprehended me
Why hast Thou; Saviour, by thy grace
Why hath God concealed the day
Why have I, Lord, so often been
Why have not I my pardon seal’d
Why in the neighbourhood of hell
Why is He call’d, that Man adored
Why is he sentenc’d to that pain
Why is my heart so dark and void
Why not now, my God, my God
Why shoud I in unhallow’d pain
Why shoud the Nation’s weal or woe
Why should a living child of man
Why should a living man complain
Why should a mortal man complain
Why should a sinful man complain, indulged
Why should a sinful man complain, when mildly chastened
Why should believers droop
Why should believing Israel fear
Why should I ask the future load
Why should I doubt His love at last
Why should I live another day
Why should I longer stay
Why should I longer, Lord, contend
Why should I of His grace despair
Why should I seek what cannot save
Why should I till to-morrow
Why should my tears for ever flow
Why should our hearts for ever bleed
Why should our parents call us good
Why should the fond admiring throng
Why should the Lord a worm pursue
Why should we now a Church forsake
Why standest Thou, O Lord
Why was he doom’d to endless pain?
Why were they left to disagree
Why would my cruel Friends suppress
Why,
Why, O thou man of lawless might
Why, what evil hath He done
Why? Thou Thyself hast told us why
Will a meek, modest man of God
Will carnal thoughts of carnal men
Will man be diligent to serve
Will my Lord be so unkind
Will the foes of Jesus own
Will the pardoning God despise
Will the’ Almighty God of Grace
Will they not? alas for them
Will ye plead for sinning on
Willing made my God t’ obey
Wilt Thou as such the cowards own
Wilt Thou from me withdraw thy grace
Wilt thou in that bloody place
Wilt Thou not a difference make
Wilt Thou not, Lord, the word repeat
Wisdom and power to God belong
Wisdom ascribe, and might and praise
Wisdom by all her children here
Wisdom Divine I long to know
Wisdom Himself surprised would be
Wisdom is the hoary hair
Wisdom we gain, O Lord, from Thee
Wisdom with all its fulness dwells
Wisdom, and praise, and glory be
Wisdom, because we ask, He gives
Witchcraft! enchantment! sorcery!
With a believing master bless’d
With all his spoils the Hero sails!
With all my heart, O Lord, I pray
With Christ what shall I do? The Prince of life and peace
With Christ what shall I do? What use of Jesus make?
With confidence lift up thy face
With countless burdens pressed
With ease a wise, unbiased man
With envious impotent desire
With faith Thy saying we receive
With faith’s most fixed attention
With forward zeal well meant
With full indignation fired
With generous industry he strove
With glorious clouds encompass’d round
With graces from above
With grief a father must foresee
With hasty grief and fear
With humble joy the word who hear
With humble, meek, submissive Fear
With infernal malice fraught
With Jesus crucified and dead
With Jesus to reign whoever aspire
With Joy we see th’ auspicious Day return
With longing eyes and restless heart
With lowly fear and shame
With Magdalene and me
With man this is impossible
With me, Lord, I know thou art
With meekness and majestic grace
With mercy’s quickest eyes
With milk Thou dost the infants feed
With nature for his guide
With pity, Lord, a sinner see
With pity, Lord, the men behold
With poverty of spirit bless’d
With readiness and lowly fear
With rigorous abstinence austere
With simple faith like his
With sin and grief beginning
With sin we must entirely break
With sober joy, and conscious fear
With sorrow Lord and fear
With such tranquillity of mind
With tender affection inspired
With the first spark of good desire
With the goods and ills below
With the Omniscient Spirit filled
With Thy benefits surrounded
With Thy commission Lord, we go
With truth we benefactors call
With us we know He dwells
With vain magnificent excess
With what indifferent carelesness
With zeal for God, with love of souls inspired
Withering as grass is humankind
Without a voice he cried
Without reluctance or delay
Without that sin-consuming fire
Witness Divine, the Just and True
Witness of my extreme distress
Witness thou righteous man
Witness to the truth He bears
Witnesses of Jesus’ death
Woe is me! that wretched man
Woe is me! what tongue can tell
Woe to Judas’ successors
Woe to the man, eternal woe
Woe to the men that cry
Woe to the men whom Jesus leaves
Woe to them who will not own
Woe to you who always full
Woe to you who laugh and play
Woe to you who riches prize
Woe to you whom all commend
Woe! to the men on earth who dwell
Wom out with long fatigue, and pain
Woman, thy faith is great
Women in days of old
Women, excused from public care
Wonderful Thy statutes are
Wonders and signs by Satan’s aid
Wonders we daily see
Wondring he must express
Words cannot prove that Thee I love
Workmen, and soldiers of the Lord
World of vanity, farewell!
Worldlings in the shadow rest
Worldlings in vain the truth approve
Worldlings the gospel hear in vain
Worldlings ye may, but will not see
Worldlings, anticipate the day
Worldly consolations see!
Worldly men thro’ worldly views
Worldly men whom interest parts
Worldly things to worldly men
Worldly wretch, let go thy hold
Worn out with grief, and want, and pain
Worship and praise belong
Worship, and power, and thanks, and love
Worship, and thanks, and blessing
Worthy is the slaughter’d Lamb
Worthy of death, afraid to die
Worthy the great Apostle’s zeal
Worthy the Lamb for sinners slain
Worthy the Lamb of endless praise
Would God decree His creature’s pain
Would God Himself His people lead
Would God, His greatness to display
Would my Saviour have me do
Would the great God His rebels spare
Would the Saviour of mankind
Would we after Christ fulfil
Would we attend the voice divine
Wouldst thou be truly mortified