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numerous, but she is best known by her remarkable brymn. Her death occurred on the lith of May, 1883


By P. P. Bliss, is one of that composer's tonal successes. The march of the verses with their recurrent words is so automatic that it would inevitably suggest to him the solo and its organchords; and the chorus with its sustained soprano note dominating the running concert adds the last emphasis to the solemn repetition. The song with its warning cry owes no little of its power to this choral appendix

Gathered in time or eternity,
Sure, ah sure will the harvest be.



A hymn of Rev. D. W. C. Huntington, suggested by Ps. 55:0. It was a favorite from the first.

Rev. Dell'ite Clinton Huntington was born at Townshend, Vt. Apr., 27,1830. He graduated at the Siracuse I'niversity, and received the degrees

11 and LL.D. from Genesee College. Preachet instruktor and authorRemoved to Lincoln, Nahuania

O think of the friends over there,

Who before us the journey have trod,
Of the songs that they breathe on the air,
In their home in the palace of God.

Over there. (rep)


The melody was composed by Tullius Clinton O’Kane, born in Delaware, O., March 10, 1830, a hymnist and musiciar.. It is a flowing tune, with sweet chords, and something of the fugue feature in the chorus as an accessory. The voices of a multitude in full concord make a building tremble with


Down life's dark vale we wander

Till Jesus comes;
We watch and wait and wonder

Till Jesus comes.

Both words and music are by Mr. Bliss. A relative of his family, J. S. Ellsworth, says the song was written in Peoria, Illinois, in 1872, and was suggested by a conversation on the second coming of Christ, a subject very near his heart. The thought lingered in his mind, and as he came down from his room, suola afior, the verses and notes came to him simultaneoux. on the stairs. Singing them over, he seized pencil and paper, and in a few minutes fixed hymn and tune in the familiar harmony so well known.

No more heart-pangs nor sadness

When Jesus comes;
All peace and joy and gladness

When Jesus comes. The choral abounds in repetition, and is half refrain, but among all Gospel Hymns remarkable for their tone-delivery this is unsurpassed in the swing of its rhythm.

All joy his loved ones bringing

When Jesus comes.
All praise thro' heaven ringing

When Jesus comes.
All beauty bright and vernal

When Jesus comes.
All glory grand, eternal

When Jesus comes.


One of Fanny Crosby's most animating hymns with Dr. W. H. Doane's full part harmony to reenforce its musical accent. Mr. Sankey says, “I sang it for the first time in the home of Mr. and Mrs. J. B. Cornell at Long Branch. The servants gathered from all parts of the house while I was singing, and looked into the parlor where I was seated. When I was through one of them said, “That is the finest hymn I have heard for a long time.' I felt that this was a test case, and if the hymn had such power over those servants it would be useful in reaching other people as well; so I published it in the Gospel Hymns in 1875, where it became one of

the best work-songs for our meetings that we had.” (Story of the Gospel Hymns.)

The hymn, written in 1870, was first published in 1871 in “Pure Golda book that had a sale of one million two hundred thousand copies.

To the work! to the work! there is labor for all,
For the Kingdom of darkness and error shall fall,
And the name of Jehovah exalted shall be,
In the loud-swelling chorus, "Salvation is free!”


Toiling on, toiling on, toiling on, toiling on! (rep)
Let us hope and trust, let us watch and pray,
And labor till the Master comes.


Matt. 13:30 is the text of this lyric from the pen of
Eben E. Rexford.

Go out in the by-ways, and search them all,
The wheat may be there though the weeds are tall;
Then search in the highway, and pass none by,
But gather them all for the home on high.


Where are the reapers ? O who will come,
And share in the glory of the harvest home?
O who will help us to garner in
The sheaves of good from the fields of sin ?

THE TUNE. Hymn and tune are alike. The melody and harmony by Dr. George F. Root have all the eager trip and tread of so many of the gospel hymns, and of so much of his music, and the lines respond at every step. Any other composer could not have escaped the compulsion of the final spondees, and much less the author of “Tramp, Tramp, Tramp,” and all the best martial song-tunes of the great war. In this case neither words nor notes can say to the other, “We have piped unto you and ye have not danced,” but a little caution will guard too enthusiastic singing against falling into the drumrhythm, and travestying a sacred piece.

Eben Eugene Rexford was born in Johnsburg, N.Y., July 16, 1841, and has been a writer since he was fourteen years oid. He is the author of several popular songs, as "Silver Threads Among the Gold,” “Only a Pansy Blossom" etc., and many essays and treatises on flowers, of which he is passionately fond.


Horatio Gates Spafford, the writer of this hymn, was a lawyer, a native of New York state, born Oct. 30, 1828. While connected with an institution in Chicago, as professor of medical jurisprudence, he lost a great part of his fortune by the great fire in that city. This disaster was followed by the loss of his children on the steamer, Ville de Havre, Nov. 22, 1873. He seems to have been a devout Christian, for he wrote his hymn of submissive faith towards the end of the same year

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