Wouldst Thou for fifty righteous men
Wouldst Thou insult the fallen man
Wouldst Thou require what cannot be
Wounded and bruised and drenched in blood
Wounded by the Spirit’s sword
Wrestling on for faith’s increase
Wretch that I am, what help, or hope
Wretched as sin can make
Wretched far above the rest
Wretched in myself, I would
Wretched Sinner that I am
Wretched soul, the strife forbear
Wretched souls, who live in sin
Wretched world! the call who slight
Wretched, helpless, and distrest
Ye adders deaf, who stop your ears
Ye aged saints whose one concern
Ye angels, put the sickle in
Ye bold to’ explain, describe
Ye children of God, Your father adore
Ye citizens of London, why
Ye daughters of Sion, declare
Ye deserts so wild, Your
Ye elders of the first degree
Ye envied rich, who nothing fear
Ye envious Scribes who tread
Ye faithful souls, who Jesus know
Ye faithful souls, who thus record
Ye faithful, patient souls attend
Ye followers of the beeding Lamb
Ye followers of the Lamb
Ye followers of the Lord
Ye full, of confidence unsound
Ye happy sinners, hear
Ye happy souls, no longer toss’d
Ye heavenly choir, Assist me to sing
Ye heavens, rejoice
Ye high in gifts, who lift your head
Ye Jews of our days
Ye know not, for ye will not know
Ye Levites hir’d who undertake
Ye Londoners, with smiles regard
Ye make the outside clean
Ye men of Israel, hear
Ye men of Jewish zeal
Ye ministers of wrath divine
Ye murmur and accuse in vain
Ye must applaud our act so good
Ye Nations hear! A Monarch great and good
Ye neighbours, and friends Of Jesus, draw near
Ye of the Christian sect
Ye partisans of every sect
Ye patient of applause and fame
Ye Pilots of the British state
Ye pitiless, hard-hearted men
Ye reverend thieves and robbers hear
Ye rich, your poverty confess
Ye royal priests of Jesus, rise
Ye sacrilegious race
Ye sages of the world, be wise
Ye Saints and Servants of the Lord
Ye scribes with learning fraught
Ye see, who willing are to see
Ye servants of God, Acknowledge Him near
Ye servants of God, Who trust in His Son
Ye servants of God, Whose diligent care
Ye servants of God, Your Master proclaim
Ye servants of the Lord
Ye shepherds of the Romish fold
Ye simple men of heart sincere
Ye simple souls, that stray
Ye sons of men, lift up your voice
Ye sordid slaves of avarice
Ye souls that own the common Lord
Ye sprinkled Heathen hear
Ye tempted souls, that feel
Ye that all your powers exert
Ye that do your Master’s will
Ye that in royal mansions live
Ye that of power and riches proud
Ye that pass by, behold the Man!
Ye thirsty for God To Jesus give ear
Ye threaten us in vain
Ye upstart priests, your sentence know
Ye virgin souls arise
Ye who curiously desire
Ye who madly love your sins
Ye who minister the word
Ye who your sin have spar’d
Ye worms of earth, arise
Ye worms of earth, our God admire
Ye worms, that wear an earthy crown
Ye worthy Ministers of Righteousness
Ye zealous Citizens of London
Ye, who the name of Jesus take
Yes, by faith’s enlightened eye
Yes, from this instant now I will
Yes, I steadfastly believe
Yes, Lord: I steadfastly believe
Yes, my gracious God and Lord
Yes, my Lord may justly leave me
Yes, the law is like its Giver
Yes, the Lord my God hath blest
Yes, the promised tribulation
Yes, the purest saint below
Yes, there is, there is, my God
Yes, Thou dear lamb-like Son of God
Yes, Thou didst my soul release
Yes, Thou hast told Thy church before
Yes, thou silent Man of woe
Yes, unless Thou hold me fast
Yes, we joyfully confess
Yes: He hath the Gentiles sought
Yes; another King we own
Yes; but with the fleshly lust
Yes; for Thou hast received
Yes; for we are not yet in hell
Yes; if the Lord His mind reveal
Yes; the poor supply thy place
Yes; their slanderous lies I hear
Yes; though Thou fill my flesh with pain
Yes; we know, our Lord will come
Yes; ye all may comprehend
Yet did he not his offspring leave
Yet dost Thou, Lord, Thy wrath forbear
Yet every one that seeks
Yet first the stricken earth shall mourn
Yet for a time He strives with all
Yet for my sinless Saviour’s sake
Yet hear me, for Thy people hear
Yet hear us, for the labourers hear
Yet hear us, O thou patient God
Yet hear, ye souls that cleave
Yet more and more abandoned still
Yet not for all this blasphemy
Yet now, My chosen servant, hear
Yet soon my wretched heart
Yet still the chief of saints below
Yet still the sin to which he cleaves
Yet still we glory in Thy name
Yet till Thy sovereign grace permit
Yet wilt Thou not the guilty clear
You ask the cause of all this pother
Young men and maidens raise
Young, and old, and men, and maidens
Your duty let th’ Apostle show
Your house, no longer Mine
Your life on needful things
Your little Sketch, and sage Advice
Your sires inflam’d with hellish zeal
Your strict and only care
Your superstition vain
Zeal will nothing leave undone
Zealots the Church of Christ oppose
Zealots though unregenerate men
Zeno and his followers still
Zion, be glad, rejoice and sing