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| Cleland Boyd McAfee | M | 1866 -- 1944 | There is a place of quiet rest | MC AFEE |
| Dora McAfee | | | When Jesus' face I could not see | |
| Ellen McAfee | F | | Come to the Savior while | |
| H. E. McAfee | | | A few more days on earth to wander | |
| I. D. McAfee | | | We are on our way to heaven | |
| Ella Mcafferty | F | | Don't you see us coming | |
| Mae McAlister | F | | [My Glory and the Lifter of my Head] | |
| Robert S. McAll | U | | Hark! how the choral song of heaven | |
| A. G. McAllister | | | 'Tis a beautiful thought | |
| Louise McAllister | F | 1913 -- 1960 | Rebuke me not in anger, LORD | BOURBON |
| William McAlonan | M | | All have need of God's salvation | |
| R. M. McAnally | | | | MCANALLY |
| Neal A. McAnlay | M | | O God of grace, increase my faith | |
| Elsie B. McArthur | | | Working each day with the Lord | |
| N. A. McAuey | | | Give your all to the Master here | |
| Neal A. McAulay | | | Hallelujah, Christ is risen (McAulay) | |
| James Phillip McAuley | M | 1917 -- 1976 | How can we pass by and not care? | |
| W. T. McAuslane | | | One with Jesus, can it be | |
| Tom F. McBeath | | | To thee, O God, whose father hand | |
| W. F. McBeath | | | O was there no room for Jesus | |
| Jesse McBeth | | | Holy Father, hear us | |
| Allegra McBirney | | | God's love is my life | |
| N. L. McBrayer | | | Are you traveling along in the pathway | |
| C. S. McBride | | | Lord, we come to sing | |
| E. McBride | | | Though the rain may fall and the wind be blowing | [Though the rain may fall and the wind be blowing] |
| Ida McBride | | | I would like to tell you of my blessed Savior | |
| Mattie McBride | F | | Only a homeless wanderer | |
| T. L. McBride | | | We know the way | |
| Tom McBryde | M | 1949 - | I want to stop what I'm doing and just say "thanks" | Just Say Thanks |
| C. C. McCabe | | | When did ever words so tender | |
| J. McCabe | | | 'Tis sweet to hear the Sabbath bell | |
| W. B. McCafferty | | | O thirsty soul, canst thou | |
| J. McCaffrey | | | Hail to the mistress of the skies | |
| Irene McCague | | | When my days seem dark and dreary | |
| D. G. McCain | | | Long a broken vase had waited | |
| J. M. McCaleb | | | Far from across the ocean | |
| J. P. McCalester | | | Out beneath the shade trees | |
| M. L. McCall | | | Father, omnipotent, we bow today | |
| W. L. M'Calla | M | 1788 -- 1859 | | |
| C. D. McCallon | | | When we meet in heaven in that happy home | |
| E. McCammon | | | I am in the service of my precious | |
| V. McCanlies | | | Sometimes I wonder why it is | |
| McCann | M | | You're the God of this city | GOD OF THIS CITY |
| B. McCann | | | Go to Jesus for rest | |
| Forrest M. McCann | U | | | |
| John McCann | M | 1961 - | | [Let the peoples praise you, O God] (McCann) |
| McCardell | | | Awake, awake, ye souls, awake | |
| M. McCarmick | | | Slowly he entered the city | |
| D. N. McCarson | | | My life work is finished, I'll soon be at rest | |
| E. E. McCartee | | | I have sinned, I need a Savior | |
