John Austin

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John Austin Poems

Open thine eyes, my soul, and see
Once more the light returns to thee:
Look round about, and chuse the way
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Rise royal Sion! rise and sing
Thy souls kind Shepherd, thy harts King:
Stretch all thy pow'rs; call if you can,
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Hark, my soul, how everything
Strives to serve our bounteous King:
Each a double tribute pays,
Sings its part, and then obeys.
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Blest be thy love, dear Lord,
That taught us this sweet way,
Only to love Thee for Thyself,
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Night forbear; alas, our Praise,
And our young begining hope,
Set to grow on these blest days,
Faint and dull requires more scope.
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Rejoyce chast Queen of Angels, and apply
All those blest Quires to sing this Victory:
He that was born of Thee, and dy'd for us,
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Wake now, my Soul, and humbly hear
What thy mild Lord commands:
Each word of his wil charm thine ear,
Each word wil guide thy hands.
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Behold we come, dear Lord, to Thee;
And bow before thy Throne:
We come to offer, on our knee,
Our vows to Thee alone.
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Blest be thy love, dear Lord,
That taught us this sweet way,
Only to love Thee for Thyself,
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Hail Queen of Angels holy Quires;
Hail whom the Court of heav'n admires;
Thou art the Root whence our joys spring;
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Hail Queen of Saints; Hail mercies Mother
Our life, our hope, our comfort, Hail:
To thee, deploring one another,
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Wake my Soul, rise from this Bed
Of dull and sluggish earth:
Quickly rise, lift up thy head,
And see thy Lords new birth.
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Dear Jesu, when, when will it be,
That I no more shall break with Thee!
When will this war of passions cease;
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Come let's adore the King of love,
And King of sufferings too:
For love it was that brought him down,
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Lord, now the time returns,
For weary man to rest;
And lay aside those pains and cares
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John Austin Biography

John Austin (born 1613 at Walpole, Suffolk, England; died London, 1669) was an English lawyer and controversial writer. He was a student of St. John's College, Cambridge, and of Lincoln's Inn, and about 1640 became a Catholic.[1] He was well-regarded in his profession and was looked on as a master of English style. His time was entirely devoted to books and literary pursuits. He enjoyed the friendship of such scholars as the antiquary Thomas Blount, Christopher Davenport (Franciscus a Santa Clara), John Sergeant, and others.)

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Hymn Xiii. Open Thine Eyes, My Soul, And See

Open thine eyes, my soul, and see
Once more the light returns to thee:
Look round about, and chuse the way
Thou mean'st to travel o're to day.
Think on the dangers thou mayst meet,
And always watch thy sliding feet:
Think where thou once hast faln before,
And mark the place, and fall no more.
Think on the helps thy God bestows;
And cast to steer thy life by those:
Think on the sweets thy soul did feel,
When thou didst well, and do so still.
Think on the pains that shall torment
Those stubborn sins that ne're repent:
Think on the joys which wait above,
To crown the head of holy love.
Think what at last will be thy part,
If thou go'st on where now thou art:
See life and death set thee to chuse;
One thou must take, and one refuse.
O my dear Lord, guide thou my course,
And draw me on with thy sweet force:
Still make me walk, still make me tend,
By Thee my way, to Thee my end.
All glory to the sacred Three,
One undivided Deity:
As it has been in ages gone,
May now, and ever, still be done.

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Certainly, then, ordinary language is not the last word: in principle it can everywhere be supplemented and improved upon, and superseded. Only remember, it is the first word.

Words are not (except in their own little corner) facts or things;we need therefore to prise them off the world, to hold them apart from and against it, so that we can realize their inadequacies and arbitrariness, and can re-look at the world without blinkers.

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