s 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
Gold_"--a 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!"

CHORUS.
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.

"O WHERE ARE THE REAPERS?"

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.

CHORUS.
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 drum-rhythm, 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 old. He is the author of
several popular songs, as "Silver Threads Among