| Henry Charles Beeching, ed. (1859–1919). Lyra Sacra: A Book of Religious Verse. 1903. | | | | Ah, that sharp thrill through all my frame! | | By Edward Dowden (1843–1913) |
| | | AH, 1 that sharp thrill through all my frame! | |
| And yet once more! Withstand | |
| I can no longer; in Thy name | |
| I yield me to Thy hand. | |
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| Such pangs were in the soul unborn, | 5 |
| The fear, the joy were such, | |
| When first it felt in that keen morn | |
| A dread creating touch. | |
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| Maker of man, Thy pressure sure | |
| This grosser stuff must quell; | 10 |
| The spirit faints, yet will endure; | |
| Subdue, control, compel. | |
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| The Potter’s finger shaping me— | |
| Praise, praise! the clay curves up | |
| Not for dishonour, though it be | 15 |
| God’s least adornèd cup. | |
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