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 of ‘Hide 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.”