1 WHY should I love my sports so well, And lose the thoughts of heav'n and hell, 2 What do I read my bible for, 3 How senseless is my heart, and wild! Pity the weakness of a child, And pardon all my faults. 4 Make me thy heav'nly voice to hear, Since God will lend a gracious ear 1 My God, who makes the sun to know His proper hour to rise, And, to give light to all below, 2 When from the chambers of the east His morning race begins, He never tires, nor stops to rest, But round the world he shines. 3 So, like the sun, would I fulfil 4 Give me, O Lord, thy early grace, That the young morning of my days Has all been spent in vain. 1 AND now another day is gone, 2 But how my childhood runs to waste! 3 I lay my body down to sleep; 4 With cheerful heart I close my eyes, And in the morning let me rise FOR THE LORD'S DAY MORNING. 1 THIS is the day when Christ arose So early from the dead: Why should I keep my eyelids clos'd, 2 This is the day when Jesus broke 3 To-day with pleasure Christians meet, 4 I'll leave my sport, to read and pray, And so prepare for heav'n: O, may I love this blessed day, FOR THE LORD'S DAY EVENING. 1 LORD, how delightful 'tis to see Not all my pleasure and my play 4 With thoughts of Christ, and things divine, Fill up this foolish heart of mine; That hoping pardon through his blood, |