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CONFIRMATION

“Lo! this hath touched.”—Isaiah vi. 7.

He lifts the appointed hand! He breathes the tone
That none but Apostolic lips may own;
Yea! in yon fane by hallowing footsteps trod,
He claims and binds the eternal troth of God!
Keep, youthful pilgrim, keep that pledge and vow,
Heaven's chosen touch hath blest thy happy brow;
E'en as the coal from off the altar came,
To wake on prophet lips the kindling flame!

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Let no heart falter, and no footstep stray;
Firm be the onward path and pure the way;
Long let the banners bear the conquering sign,
March, Christian soldier, march! the ranks of God are thine!