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William O. Cushing, 1823-1902

『教会福音讃美歌』掲載曲

作詞:350番「罪に悩み苦しむとき」
作詞:439番「みつばさのかげに」


William Orcutt Cushing(1823-1902)

誕生:1823年12月31日、マサチューセッツ州ヒンガム・センター。
死亡:1902年10月19日、ニューヨーク、リスボン・センター。
埋葬地:ニューヨーク、シューラ―郡、ジョーンズ墓地。

Cushingの両親はユニテリアンで、彼もそのような教育を受けた。牧師となって最初の奉仕地はニューヨークのシアーズバーグだった。1854年に結婚し、ニューヨーク州のオーバーン、ブルックリン、バッファロー、スパルタで奉仕した。1870年に夫人が亡くなり、自分の健康も弱くなり、引退して賛美歌を書き始めた。彼は生涯に300の賛美歌を書いた。

Rena Proper Cushingの夫であったWilliamは、苦しむ人を常に心にかけていた。ある時には、彼は持ち金の全部だった1,000ドル(当時としては膨大な金額であったが)を一人の盲目の少女が教育を受けるためにに与えてしまった。

作品を含む出版物:
Brown, p. 314
Findagrave, accessed 3 Dec 2016
Hall, pp. 51-53
Hughes, p. 359
Hustad, p. 229
Julian, pp. 274, 1558
Reynolds, p. 277
Wikipedia, accessed 3 Dec 2016

作詞作品:
Band of Children Free, A
Banners of Peace Are Unfurled, The
All Over the Valleys So Green and Fair
Apples Are Ripe
Art Thou He That Should Come?
Be Ready to Labor with Heart and Will
Be Ready with the Heart
Beautiful Valley of Eden
Bells of Eternity, The
Beyond the Sea, Life's Boundless Sea
Blessed Are the Friends
Breaking Through the Mists and Shadows
Bright Is the Morning of the Day of Jubilee
Bring Some One to Jesus Today
Children, Rally, Rally for the Armies
Chime On, Sweet Bells
Christian, Faint and Weary, The
Climbing Up the Steeps of Glory
Come, Come, Come, the Bells
Come to the Meadows Again
Do They Know?
Evening Dews Are Falling, The
Fair Is the Morn on That Radiant Shore
Fair Is the Morning Land
Fishers Sat Within Their Boat, The
Floral Praise
Follow On
From the Shining Morning Land
Gathering Home to the Silent Shore
Goodbye, Goodbye, We Hope Again to Meet You
Hail the Joyful Tidings
Hark, 'Tis the Angel Chorus
He Came in His Beauty, Strength and Pride
He Came in the Hush of the Silent Night
Hear Them Chiming Forth His Glory
Hear Them Chiming Forth the Master's Glory
Heavenly Father, Teach the Way
Hiding in Thee
Home at Last
Home, Home, Brightest and Fairest!
Home, Home, Sweet, Sweet Home
Homes for the Children
Hosts of God Are Marching, The
I Am Clinging to the Rock
I Am Glad We're on the Rock
I Am Longing for Heaven
I Am Resting So Sweetly in Jesus Now
I Am Waiting All Day
I Am Waiting by the River
I Ask Not Why Some Days Are Fair
I Heard Them Say in the Holy City
I Love to Think of Jesus
I See the Shining Domes Afar
I Sometimes Think 'Tis Too Good to Be True
I Want to So Live That My Heart Can Say
I Will Praise My God When the Morning Breaks
I Will Tell What the Lord Hath Done for Me
I Would Toil in the Field
If I Were an Angel
If You Want to See the Light
I'm Resting Securely in Jesus Now!
I'm Resting So Sweetly in Jesus
In the Land Where the Bright Ones Are Gathered
Jesus Knows Thy Sorrow
Let All Within Me Praise the Name
Let My Heart Be Pure From Sin
Let Us Never Sigh Nor Falter
Let Us Rally Round the Word
Let Us Strew Their Path with Roses
Lift Up Your Faces
Lift Up Your Head, Desponding Christian
Listen to the Chime of the Bells
Little Children, Little Children
Live to Do Good
Live to Do Your Duty
Make Hay, While the Sun Shines
March On, March On, for the Lord
Mine Be a Hope That Is Changeless
Morn So Fair
My Days Are Passing Sweetly
My Father, While on Earth I Stay
My Heart Is Glad for This I Know
My Mother's Cot Was by the Sea
Name of Jesus, The
No Hope in Jesus
No One Can Tell What
No Room in Heaven
O Banner of Jesus
O Blessed Promise of My God
O Children, Come to Your Father's House
O Christian, Now Be True!
O Give Thy Heart to Jesus
O Jesus, Star of the Morning
O Savior, We Pray Thee
O Sweet Are the Moments
O the Bells, the Joyful Bells
O the Children May Come to the Savior Now
O the Sabbath Hours Are So Calm
O They Need Not Depart
O Wanderer, Come to the Father's Home
O Watchman on the Mountain Height
O We Have Studied Hard Now
O'er the Wide Ocean
Oh, the Wells of Salvation That in Jesus I Find!
Once More, O Lord, We Pray
One Soul Redeemed by Jesus' Blood
Our Lord Is Crowned Immanuel King
Over the Hills Are the Pastures
Peaceful and Beautiful Haven of Rest
Peaceful Are the Tents
Precious Is the Hope
Ring the Bells of Heaven
Savior Is Waiting, The
See, O See the Shining Angels
See, the Sun Is Peeping
Shepherds of Bethlehem, The
Sitting by the Wayside
Sky Was Dark Above, The
So Many, Many Mercies Crown My Days!
Someone Must Go to the Far Off Lands
Summer Days Are Coming
Sunny Weather
Sweet Are the Bells of the Morning
Sweet Is the Sunlight
Ten Thousand Hearts Are Bowing
Tenting by the Shore of the Great, Deep Sea
There Are Millions Now Who Have Heard His Voice
There in the Glory of the Shining Land
There Is No Dew on the Mountains of Zion
There Is No Name So Sweet on Earth
There Were Many Children's Voices
There'll Be No Dark Valley
There'll Be No More Sorrow
There's a Bright, Happy Home
They Have Triumphed at Last
This Little Lamb Is Dollie
Though All Men Forsake Him
Times Flies, They Say, It Flies
'Tis Only Just a Step
'Tis Wrong to Be Cross, Dear
To Be There
Tossed by the Tempest
Tread Softly, Tread Softly
Under His Wings
Waiting Still Whate'er Betide
Wake, O Wake, the Bells of Morning
We Are All a Band of Scholars
We Are Watching
We Should Think How We All
When He Cometh
When Jesus Comes
When My Feet Shall Come to the Golden Gate
When Summer Blooms Are Rarest
When the Children All Come Seeking
Who May Be This Wondrous Stranger?
Who Will Meet Me When I Die?
Wide, Wide, World, The