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.
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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