English poem
Song 24
by Isaac Watts (1674–1748)
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.