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Hymns are indexed by first line. Alternate versions of the first lines are indicated by parentheses, for example (All Ye Who Seek A Comfort Sure). Titles of a song that are not based on the first line are indicated by brackets, for example [St. Patrick’s Breastplate], and a longer hymn name of which the hymn listed is a part are indicated by these {} types of Brackets, for example Tantum Ergo Sacramentum {Pange Lingua Gloriosi Corporis Mysterium}.

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Wafting Him Up On High
Wake, And Lift Up Thyself, My Heart
Wake! Not, Oh Mother! Sounds Of Lamentation!
Wake O Wake With Tidings Thrilling
Wars And Tumults Fill The Earth
Watch With Me—But A Single Hour
Wave The Sweet Censer —Wave
We Are But Little Children Poor
We Gather Together To Ask The Lord’s Blessing
We Give Thee But Thine Own
We Love The Place, O God
We Plough The Fields, And Scatter
We Praise Thy Name, All-Holy Lord
We Pray Thee, Heavenly Father
We Saw Thee Not When Thou Didst Come
We Sing The Glorious Conquest
We Sing The Praise Of Him Who Died
We Sing Thy Praise O Lady Pure
We Three Kings
Weary Of Earth And Laden With My Sin
Were You There When They Crucified My Lord?
Welcome Happy Morning!
What A Sea Of Tears And Sorrow
What Are These That Glow From Afar
What Child Is This?
What Feeble Instruments, O Lord
What Happiness Can Equal Mine?
What Light Is Streaming From The Skies
What Mortal Tongue Can Sing Thy Praise
What Our Father Does Is Well
What Star Is This, With Beams So Bright
What Sweet Of Life Endureth
What Terrors Shake My Trembling Soul!
What Tongue, Illustrious Spear, Can Duly Sound
What Wondrous Love Is This?
When All Thy Mercies, Oh My God
When At Thy Altar, Lord, I Kneel
When Came In Flesh The Incarnate Word
When Christ, By His Own Servants Slain
When Christ Our Lord Had Passed Once More
When Christ Was Born In Bethlehem
When Erst The Holy Spirit
When Evening Shades Are Falling
When God Came Down From Heav’n—The Living God—
When God of Old Came Down From Heaven
When I Survey The Wondrous Cross
When In Silence And In Shade
When In The Hour Of Utmost Need
When It Reach’d The Tyrant’s Ear
When Jesus Christ, The King Of Glory
When Morning Gilds The Skies
When On Her Maker’s Bosom
When Our Heads Are Bow’d With Woe
When Our Saviour Wished to Prove
When Peace, Like A River, Attendeth My Way [It Is Well With My Soul]
When Rising From The Bed Of Death
When Shades of Night Around Us Close
When Spring Unlocks The Flowers To Paint The Laughing Soil
When Storms And Tempests O’er Us Roll
When Through The Torn Sail The Wild Tempest Is Streaming
When War Was Raging, And The Town
When Wilt Thou Save Thy People?
When Wounded Sore The Stricken Heart
Whence Shall My Tears Begin?
Where High The Heavenly Temple Stands
Where Rest All Holy Souls Is Known
Where The Angelic Hosts Adore Thee
Wherefore, O Father, We Thy Humble Servants
Wherefore Dost Thou Longer Tarry
While By The Sheep We Watched At Night [Echo Carol]
While Shepherds Watched Their Flocks By Night
While Thine Avenging Arrows, Lord
While We Our Weary Eyelids Close
Whilst In The Agonies Of Death
Whither Dost Thou Hasten
Whither Thus, In Holy Rapture
Who Are These Like Stars Appearing
Who From The Fiery Furnace Saved The Three
Who Is He, In Yonder Stall
Who Is This So Weak And Helpless
Who Is This With Garments Gory
Who—Who Is He Who Yonder Goes
Who,—Who Is This In Red Array!
Who Will Lead Me To The Manger
Who Yonder On The Desert Heath
Why Dost Thou Beat So Quick, My Heart?
Why, Herod, Unrelenting Foe
Why, Impious Herod, Shouldst Thou Fear
Why, Impious Herod, Vainly Fear (Why Doth That Impious Herod Fear) (How Vain The Cruel Herod’s Fear)
Why Is Thy Face So Lit With Smiles
Willie Get Your Little Drum [Patapan]
Wilt Thou Forgive That Sin, By Man Begun
With Broken Heart And Contrite Sigh
With Christ We Share A Mystic Grave
With Gentle Voice The Angel Gave {Light’s Glitt’ring Morn Bedecks The Sky}
With Glory Clad, With Might Array’d
With Gold Most Precious, And With Sanguine Hues Of Morn
With Reverence Let The Just Appear
Within The Church’s Sacred Fold
Within The Father’s House
Within The Temple’s Hallowed Courts
Word Supreme, Before Creation
Work Is Sweet, For God Has Blest
Worshipp’d Throughout The Church To Earth’s Far Ends
Worthy And Right It Is To Bless Thee

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