Favorite Poem

This was in the flyleaf of H.A. Ironside's Bible. I know it isn't sophisticated or anything, but it is my favorite poem:

"Bold infidelity; turn pale and die.
Beneath this stone four sleeping infants lie;
Say, are they lost or saved?
If death's by sin they sinned for they are here,
If Heaven's by works in Heaven they can't appear,
Reason, ah, how depraved!
Turn to the Bible's sacred page, the knot's untied.
They died, for Adam sinned;
They live, for Jesus died."

Epitaph on a tombstone over four children, in St. Andrews Church Yard, Scotland