Short Name: | Frances McKinnon Morton |
Full Name: | Morton, Frances McKinnon |
Texts by Frances McKinnon Morton (27) | As | Authority Languages | Instances |
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A word of prayer when the day begins | Frances McKinnon Morton (Author) | 3 | |
All the happy birds of spring | Frances McKinnon Morton (Author) | English | 4 |
All the way at Jesus feet | Mrs. F. M. Morton (Author) | English | 2 |
Dear God, we thank You for ourselves | Frances McKinnon Morton (Author) | English | 2 |
For me the happy birdies sing | Frances McKinnon Morton (Author) | English | 2 |
I do not ask a sheltered way | Frances McKinnon Morton (Author) | 2 | |
I looked for the print of the Master's steps | Frances McKinnon Morton (Author) | English | 2 |
I love the dear church where we worship | Frances McKinnon Morton (Author) | English | 2 |
I love the quietness of prayer | Frances McKinnon Morton (Author) | English | 3 |
I thank God for my father and my mother | Frances McKinnon Morton (Author) | English | 3 |
I thank You, God, for this good day | Frances McKinnon Morton (Author) | English | 3 |
I'd like to go back to the little white church | Frances McKinnon Morton (Author) | English | 3 |
If some little sunbeam, so warm and bright | Frances McKinnon Morton (Author) | 6 | |
If you would be healthy | Frances McKinnon Morton (Author) | 2 | |
In every heart there is a chord | Frances McKinnon Morton (Author) | English | 3 |
Jesus gave our hands to us | Frances McKinnon Morton (Author) | 2 | |
Let us be glad because of words | Frances McKinnon Morton (Author) | English | 3 |
Let us be glad of God's good plans | Frances McKinnon Morton (Author) | English | 2 |
Let us be thankful for our books | Frances McKinnon Morton (Author) | English | 3 |
Our father's God, to Thee we sing | Frances McKinnon Morton (Author) | English | 2 |
Praise Him, praise Him, Lord of the earth and the sky! | Frances McKinnon Morton (Author) | English | 4 |
There's a message in His word we can gather as we read | Frances McKinnon Morton (Author) | English | 3 |
There's never a breath of your prayer is lost | Mrs. Frances McKinnon Morton (Author) | 2 | |
Trusting, trusting, though I may not understand | Francis McKinnon Morton (Author) | English | 2 |
Way down upon a little alley, far far from home | Frances McKinnon Morton (Author) | 2 | |
What though the way be dark and drear | Frances McKinnon Morton (Author) | English | 4 |
When I sing my Savior's praise | Frances McKinnon Morton (Author) | 2 |