School Times_, but her literary work has
been more largely in connection with the _Christian World_ newspaper of
which she has been a staff-member since its foundation.

_THE TUNE._

The long lines, not easily manageable for congregational singing, are
wisely set by Mr. Bliss to duet music. There is a weighty thought in the
hymn for every Christian, and experience has shown that a pair of good
singers can make it very affecting, but the only use of the repeat, by
way of a chorus, seems to be to give the miscellaneous voices a brief
chance to sing.

"HE WILL HIDE ME."

(Isa. 49:2.)

Miss Mary Elizabeth Servoss, the author of this trustful hymn, was born
in Schenectady, N.Y., Aug. 22, 1849. When a very young girl her
admiration of Fanny Crosby's writings, and the great and good service
they were doing in the world, inspired her with a longing to resemble
her. Though her burden was as real, it was not like the other's, and her
opportunities for religious meditation and literary work were fewer than
those of the elder lady, but the limited number of hymns she has written
have much of the spirit and beauty of their model.

Providence decreed for her a life of domestic care and patient waiting.
For eighteen years she was the constant attendant of a disabled
grandmother, and long afterwards love and duty made her the home nurse
during her mother's protracted illness and the last sickness of her
father, until both parents passed away.

From her present home in Edeson, Ill., some utterances of her chastened
spirit have found their way to the public, and been a gospel of
blessing. Besides "He Will Hide Me" other hymns of Miss Servoss are
"Portals of Light," "He Careth," "Patiently Enduring," and "Gates of
Praise," the last being the best known.

When the storms of life are raging.
Tempests wild on sea and land,
I will seek a place of refuge
In the shadow of God's hand.

CHORUS.
He will hide me, He will hide me,
Where no harm can e'er betide me,
He will hide me, safely hide me
In the shadow of His hand.

* * * * *

So while here the cross I'm bearing,
Meeting storms and billows wild,
Jesus for my soul is caring,
Naught can harm His Father's child.
He will hide me, etc.

_THE TUNE._

An animating choral in nine-eight tempo, with a swinging movement and
fugue chorus, is rather florid for the hymn, but unden