Classic Poem

WRITTEN IN A PRAYER-BOOK GIVEN TO MY DAUGHTER.

M Y creed requires no form of prayer;
Yet would I not condemn
Those who adopt with pious care
Their use as aids to them.

One God hath fashion'd them and me;
One Spirit is our guide;
For each, alike, upon the tree
One common Saviour died!

Each the same trumpet-call shall wake,
To face one judgment-seat;
God give us grace, for Jesus' sake,
In the same heaven to meet!