Reel 304 # 15
Collected by W.C. Anderson For Mary C. Parler Transcribed by Linda Humphrey
Sung by W.C. Anderson Fayetteville, Ark. Jan. 5, 1961
(O My Loving Brother, When the Worlds's on Fire)
0 my loving brother, when the world's on fire,
Don't you want God's bosom to be your pillow?
Hide me over in the rock of ages,
Rock of ages, hide thou me.
O my loving father, when the world's on fire,
Don't you want God's bosom to be your pillow?
Hide me over in the rock of ages,
Rock of ages, hide thou me.
O my loving sister, when the world's on fire,
Don't you want God's bosom to be your pillow?
Hide me over in the rock of ages,
Rock of ages, hide thou me.
0 my loving mother, when the world’s on fire,
Don't you want God's bosom to be your pillow?
Hide me over in the rock of ages,
Rock of ages, hide thous me.
W.C. Anderson learned this at Junior Young People's Meeting at Haze Chapel about 1947. Mrs. Eunice Whitt taught it to them.
This song is found on page ninety- in American Negro Folk- Songs by Newman I. White. His has a verse with "pastor" in it , and he ends each verse with "cleft for me" instead of "hide thous me'.' He said it was reported from Auburn, Ala. in 1915_1916 from a manuscript of J.N. Dubberly.
