One morning…at Northfield [Massachusetts], the audience sang Hide Me, O My Savior, Hide Me. But I did not recognize this hymn as my own production…
Turning to Mr. Sankey, I asked,Where did you get that piece?He paid no attention to my question, for he supposed I was merely joking…But it was used again at the afternoon service, and I was determined to know who wrote it.
Mr. Sankey,I said,Now you must tell me who is the author ofHide Me, O My Savior.
Really,he replied,don’t you recall who wrote that hymn? You ought to remember, for you are the guilty one.
Crosby, pp. 624–26
Hide me, O my Savior, hide me
In Thy holy place;
Resting there beneath Thy glory,
O let me see Thy face.
Hide me, hide me,
O blessèd Savior, hide me;
O Savior, keep me,
Safely, O Lord, with Thee.
Hide me, when the storm is raging
O’er life’s troubled sea;
Like a dove on ocean’s billows,
O let me fly to Thee.
Hide me, when my heart is breaking
With its weight of woe;
When in tears I seek the comfort
Thou canst alone bestow.