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Majestic sweetness sits enthroned
Make them apostles! Heralds of thy cross
Make us brave without a fear
Maker and Redeemer, life and health of all
Maker of the sea and sky
Man may trouble and distress me
Manifest at Jordan's stream
Manifest in making whole
Many a blow and biting sculpture
March we forth in the strength of God
Marching with thy cross, their banner
Master, no offering
May her lamp of truth be bright
May her priests thy people feed
May her scattered children be
May her voice be ever clear
May our thoughts be undefiled
May peace within thy sacred walls
May she guide the poor and blind
May she holy triumphs win
May she one in doctrine be
May she soon all glorious be
May thy life and death supply
May thy rich grace impart
May we all thy loved ones be
May we ever try to be
May we grow from day to day
May we, in our guilt and shame
May we in thy sorrows share
May we prize our Christian name
May we thirst thy love to know
May we thy bounties thus
May we to all evil die
Mayest thou on life's last morrow
Meekly may my soul receive
Meekly she bowed her head
'Mid power that knows no limit
Mid the homes of want and woe
'Mid toil and tribulation
Mid trials heavy to be borne
Mighty victim from the sky
Mild He lays his glory by
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord
"Mine is an unchanging love
Mine is the sin, but thine the righteousness
Minutes and mercies multiplied
Months in due succession, days of lengthening light
Morning, noon, and evening
Mortals, your homage be gratefully bringing
Most Holy Spirit! who didst brood
Multiply our graces
Must I be carried to the skies
My country, 'tis of thee
My faith looks up to thee
My Father, for another night
My Father, for his sake, I pray
My Father's house on high
My God, accept my heart this day
My God, and is thy table spread
My God, how wonderful Thou art
My God, I love thee: not because
My God, I thank thee, who hast made
My God, my Father, while I stray
"My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?"
My heart is resting, O my God
My heart shall triumph in my Lord
My Jesus, as thou wilt!
My knowledge of that life is small
My lifted eye, without a tear
My longing eyes look out
My native country, thee
"My pierced hands, O Thomas, see
My soul, be on thy guard
My soul, bear thou thy part
My soul with patience waits
My spirit homeward turns
My spirit on Thy care
My tongue shall never tire
Myrrh and spices will I bring
Myrrh is mine; its bitter perfume
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