A Collection of Hymns for the Use of the Protestant Church of the United Brethren. Rev. ed.

#	Text	Tune
d801	'Tis through the grace thou dost bestow
d802	'Tis true, the lonely widowed state
d803	To avert from men God's wrath, Jesus suffered in our stead
d804	To be a happy married pair
d805	To earth no longer cleaving
d806	To God let all the human race bring adoration, thanks and praise
d807	To God on high all glory be
d808	To God our Immanuel, made flesh as we are
d809	To God, our Savior, let us pray
d810	To God, the great Creator
d811	To God the Lord be praises
d812	To God the only wise, our Savior and our King
d813	To God we render thanks and praise, who pitied mankind's fallen race
d814	To our Redeemer's glorious name, awake the sacred song
d815	To that Lord, who unconstrained death's dire pangs for us sustained
d816	To the Father thanks and praises
d817	To thee, almighty God, to thee
d818	To thee, God Holy Ghost, we pray
d819	To thee, O Lord, I send my cries
d820	To thee, our Lord, all praise be given
d821	To thee, the Lord of all, I'll humbly sing
d822	Today we celebrate the birth
d823	Together with these symbols, Lord
d824	Truly that eventful day
d825	'Twas by an order from the Lord
d826	Unfathomed wisdom of our king
d827	Unto Jesus' cross I'm now retiring
d828	Unto ourselves with deepest awe
d829	Unto the Lamb of God
d830	Unto thee, most faithful Savior
d831	Vain are all efforts made to trace
d832	We humbly thee adore, O Lord
d833	We in one covenant are joined
d834	We know that we're poor
d835	We often, in our course through time
d836	We pray thee, wounded Lamb of God
d837	We sing thy praise, exalted Lamb
d838	We sing to God, whose tender love
d839	We sinners void of good
d840	We thy virgins claim thy special care
d841	We thy virgins, Lord, implore thee
d842	We virgins, who enjoy our Savior's grace
d843	We with joy confess, beloved Savior
d844	Welcome among thy flock of grace
d845	Welcome, blessed, heavenly stranger
d846	What good news the angels bring
d847	What hast thou, Lord Jesus
d848	What human mind can trace the condescension
d849	What joy or honor could we have
d850	What, my soul, should bow thee down
d851	What peace divine, what perfect happiness
d852	What praise unto the Lamb is due
d853	What shall I feel, when I
d854	What splendid rays of truth and grace
d855	What stores of ripe, abundant fruit
d856	What strikes, O wounded Lamb of God
d857	Whate'er our God doth, must be right
d858	When a sinner in affliction
d859	When Adam fell, the frame entire
d860	When all thy [your] mercies, O my [our] God [gracious Lord]
d861	When bemoaning our undone condition
d862	When by adversity I'm tried
d863	When children, blest [blessed] by Jesus
d864	When departed once in peace
d865	When duly I weigh
d866	When, having been with guilt opprest [oppressed]
d867	When I am conscious truly
d868	When I by faith my Savior see
d869	When I Christ in spirit trace
d870	When I survey the wondrous cross
d871	When I visit Jesus' grave in spirit
d872	When in Jesus' nail prints blest
d873	When Jesus had to his disciples given
d874	When Jesus hung upon the cross
d875	When justice did demand its due
d876	When, O when shall I have the favor
d877	When our great sovereign from on high
d878	When pining sickness wastes the frame
d879	When rising from the bed of death
d880	When rising winds, and rain descending
d881	When shall I gain the glorious dress
d882	When simplicity we cherish
d883	When the due time had taken place
d884	When the true believer's mind
d885	When thou dear Savior didst ascend
d886	When thou in death didst bow thy head
d887	When we baptize a sinner in Christ's death
d888	When we before our Savior's face
d889	When we rejoice, that Jesus
d890	Whene'er assailed by sinful lust
d891	Whene'er the suffering Lamb of God I see
d892	Whene'er with ardent prayer and supplication
d893	Whenever I my matchless friend
d894	Where is this infant, it is gone
d895	Where shall my wondering soul begin
d896	Where two or three, with sweet accord
d897	Wherein is for children true bliss to be found
d898	Whether the period of this life
d899	While here on earth we run our race
d900	While successive years are wasting