M Many things in life there are— Hosmer Meek and lowly, pure and holy— Anon. Meek hearts are by sweet manna fed— Anon. Men whose boast it is that ye— Lowell Mighty One, before whose face— Bryant Mine eyes have seen the glory— Howe Morning, so fair to see— Silliman Mortal, the angels say— Anon. My country, to thy shore— Williams, T. C. My feet are worn and weary— Anon. My God, I rather look to Thee— Scudder My God, I thank Thee: may no thought— Norton My God, I thank Thee that the night— altered to O God, I thank Thee— Pierpont My God, in life’s most doubtful hour— Hurlburt My heart of dust was made— Williams, T. C. My life flows on in endless song— Anon. My Shepherd is the Lord— Adams, J. Q. My soul, before thy Maker— Adams, J. Q. Mysterious Presence, Source of all— Beach N Nature with eternal youth— Waterston No human eyes Thy face may see— Higginson Not always on the Mount may we— Hosmer Not given to us from out the sky— Wendte Not gold, but only men can make— See under Emerson Not in the solitude— Bryant Not in vain I poured my supplication— Burleigh Not only doth the voiceful day— Burleigh Not when, with self dissatisfied— Hosmer Now on land and sea descending— Longfellow, S. Now sing we a song of the harvest— Chadwick Now with creation’s morning song— Longfellow, S. Now while the day in trailing splendor— Hosmer Now while we sing our closing hymn— Longfellow, S.