The Story of the Hymns and Tunes by Theron Brown
William Orcutt Cushing of Hingham
The Fountain of life is flowing, Flowing, freely flowing; The Fountain of life is flowing, Is flowing for you and for me.
The hymn must be sung as it was _made_ to be sung, and the composer being many years _en rapport_ with the writer, knew how to put all her metrical rhythms into sweet sound. The tune--in Mr. Bradbury's _Fresh Laurels_ (1867)--is one of his sympathetic interpretations, and, with the duet sung by two of the best singers of the middle class Sunday-school girls, is a melodious and impressive piece.
"WHEN HE COMETH, WHEN HE COMETH."
The Rev. W.O. Cushing, with the beautiful thought in Malachi 3:17 singing in his soul, composed this favorite Sunday-school hymn, which has gone round the world.
When He cometh, when He cometh To make up His jewels, All the jewels, precious jewels, His loved and His own. Like the stars of the morning, His bright brow adorning They shall shine in their beauty Bright gems for His crown.
He will gather, He will gather The gems for His Kingdom, All the pure ones, all the bright ones, His loved and His own. Like the stars, etc.
Little children, little
Rev. William Orcutt Cushing of Hingham, Mass., born Dec. 31, 1823, wrote this little hymn when a young man (1856), probably with no idea of achieving a literary performance. But it rings; and even if it is a "ringing of changes" on pretty syllables, that is not all. There is a thought in it that _sings_. Its glory came to it, however, when it got its tune--and he must have had a subconsciousness of the tune he wanted when he made the lines for his Sunday-school. He died Oct. 19, 1902.
The composer of the music for the "Jewel Hymn" was George F. Root, then living in Reading, Mass.
[Footnote 32: Comparison of the "Jewel Hymn" tune with the old glee of "Johnny Schmoker" gives color to the assertion that Mr. Root caught up and adapted a popular ditty for his Christian melody--as was so often done in Wales, and in the Lutheran and Wesleyan reformations. He baptized the comic fugue, and promoted it from the vaudeville stage to the Sunday School.]
A minister returning from Europe on an English steamer visited the steerage, and after some friendly talk proposed a singing service--it something could be started that "everybody" knew--for there were hundreds of emigrants there from nearly every part of Europe.
"It will have to be an American tune, then," said the steerage-master; "try 'His jewels.'"
The minister struck out at once with the melody and words,--
When He cometh, when He cometh,