8,6,8,6

Why should I love my sports so well,

So constant at my play,

And lose the thoughts of heaven and hell,

And then forget to pray?

What do I read my Bible for,

But, Lord, to learn thy will?

And shall I daily know thee more,

And less obey thee still?

How senseless is my heart, and wild!

How vain are all my thoughts!

Pity the weakness of a child,

And pardon all my faults.

Make me thy heavenly voice to hear,

And let me love to pray;

Since God will lend a gracious ear

To what a child can say.