Scripture Verse

The Lord is my rock, and my fortress, and my deliverer. Psalm 18:2


Words: Ford C. Ott­man, in Crown­ing Glo­ry (Chi­ca­go, Il­li­nois: Bil­horn Bro­thers, 1894), num­ber 104.

Music: Pe­ter P. Bil­horn (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pho­to of Ott­man (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),

Peter P. Bilhorn (1865–1936)


Jesus, Thou my on­ly re­fuge,
Rock of Ag­es, cleft for me;
As the storm clouds round me ga­ther,
Let me hide my­self in Thee.


Hide me, hide me, hide me;
Oh, my Sav­ior, hide me;
While the stor­my bil­lows roll,
Thou the re­fuge of my soul.

Words and thoughts and best en­dea­vor,
These for sin could not atone;
From the sea now rag­ing round me,
Thou canst save, and Thou alone.


Earnestly I plead for mer­cy;
Foul, I to the fount­ain fly;
In the blood shed for re­demp­tion,
Wash me, Sav­ior, or I die.


In Thy pre­sence safe­ly hide me,
While I draw this fleet­ing breath;
To the ha­ven sure­ly guide me,
When mine eyes shall close in death.


Hide me, oh, my Sav­ior, hide me,
When I soar to worlds un­known;
When I shall, in Thy great glo­ry,
See Thee on Thy judg­ment throne.


Then, for­ev­er­more, dear Sav­ior,
Rock of Ag­es, cleft for me,
Saved from death and sin and sor­row,
Let me hide my­self in Thee.