| When thou, my righteous Judge, shall come, | 38 |
| We are living, we are dwelling, | 41 |
| Watchman, tell us of the night, | 44 |
| Welcome, sweet day of rest, | 59 |
| When wild confusion wrecks the air, | 73 |
| What heavenly music do I hear, | 95 |
| What sound is this salutes my ear, | 96 |
| Wake the song of jubilee, | 99 |
| What glory gilds the sacred page, | 106 |
| Why do we mourn for dying friends, | 109 |
| Why should we start and fear to die, | 110 |