When darkness long has veil'd my mind
When death appears before my sight
When faith beholds the sabuts above
When frowning death appears
When gloomy thoughts, and fears
When God's own people stand in need
When God reveal'd his gracious name
When heaven does grant, at certain fines
When I can read my title clear -
When I survey the wondrous cross
When in dark and dreadful gloom
When in the light of faith divine-
When Israel through the desert pass'd
When Jesus dwelt in mortal clay-
When languor and disease invade
When life's tempestuous storms are der
When marshall'd on the nightly plain
When mortal man resigns his breath-
When night descends in sable guise
When, O dear Jesus, when shall I
When Paul was parted from his friends
When rising from the bed of death
When the poor leper's case I read
Whence has the world her magic power
Where are the dead? In heaven or hell
Where shall the tribes of Adam find
Where two or three together meet
Where two or three, with sweet accord
Wherefore should man, frail child of clay
While justice waves her vengeful hand
While o'er our guilty land, O Lord
While on the verge of life I stand
While thee I seek, protecting Pou'r
While to the grave our friends are bore
Why do we mourn departing friends
Why should this earth delight us so
Why should we start and fear to die
Why sinks my weak desponding mind
Why will ye lavish out your years
Will the pardoning God despise.
Winter has a joy for me
With ecstasy of joy
With eye impartial, heaven's high King
With grateful hearts and tuneful lars
With heavenly pow'r, O Lord, defend
With melting heart, and weeping eyes
With tears of anguish I lament.
Worthy is he that once was slain-
YE followers of the Prince of Peace
Ye golden lamps of heaven, farewell