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Born: July 15, 1814, Yateley, Hampshire, England.
Died: January 2, 1878, Edgbaston, Warwickshire, England.
Buried: Rednal, Warwickshire, England. John Newman lies nearby.


Caswall was the son of Robert Clarke Caswall, Vicar of Yateley. He attended Chigwell Grammar School, Marlborough School, and Brasenose College, Oxford, where he graduated with honors. Before leaving Oxford, he published, under the pseudonym of Scriblerus Redivivus, “The Art of Pluck,” in imitation of Aristotle, a satire on the ways of the careless college student.

In 1838, Caswall was ordained as a deacon, and 1839 as an Anglican priest. In 1840 he became perpetual curate at Stratford-sub-Castle near Salisbury. By 1847, though, he had switched to Roman Catholicism and went to the Oratory of St. Philip Neri at Edgbaston, where he did most of his hymn work. Caswall is best remembered as a translator of ancient hymns, though he also wrote original lyrics. His works include:

Sermons on the Seen and the Unseen, 1846
Lyra Catholica, 1849
The Masque of Mary, and Other Poems, 1858
The Catholic’s Latin Instructor in the Principal Church Offices
and Devotions


Hymns

Days and Moments Quickly Flying
Holy Anthem, The
If There Be Any Special Thing
O Jesu Christ, if Aught There Be
See Amid the Winter’s Snow
Sleep, Holy Babe


Translations

Above the Starry Spheres
All Ye Who Seek a Certain Cure
An Exile for the Faith
At the Cross, Her Station Keeping
Come Hither, Ye Faithful
Come, O Creator Spirit Blest
Come, Thou Holy Spirit, Come
Dawn Is Sprinkling in the East, The
Earth Has Many a Noble City
Glory Be to Jesus
Hark! A Thrilling Voice Is Sounding
He Who Once in Righteous Vengeance
Holy Spirit, Lord of Light
I Met the Good Shepherd
Jesu, Thy Mercies Are Untold
Jesus, Brightness of the Father
Jesus, the Very Thought of Thee
Let Alverna’s Holy Mountain
Life Which God’s Incarnate Word, The
My God, I Love Thee
Now, My Tongue, the Mystery Telling
Now with the Rising Golden Dawn
O Hope of Every Contrite Heart
O Jesus, King Most Wonderful
O Saving Victim, Open Wide
O Zion, Open Wide Thy Gates
O’erwhelmed in Depths of Woe
Sing, My Tongue, the Savior’s Glory
Son of the Highest, Deign to Cast
Sun Is Sinking Fast, The
To Christ, the Prince of Peace
When Morning Gilds the Skies


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