Verse 1
What shall I do my God to love,
My God, who lov’d, and died for me?
Obdurate heart, will nothing move,
Will nothing melt or soften thee?
Verse 2
Jesus, thou lovely bleeding Lamb,
To thee I pour out my complaint:
I cannot hide from thee my shame,
I own, and blush to own my want.
Verse 3
I want an heart to love my God,
I cannot bear this heart of stone:
Soften it, Saviour, by thy blood,
And melt the nether milstone down.
Verse 4
Thou know’st (but must I tell thee so,)
A wretch condemn’d, and self-abhorr’d,
Accurst, and worthy endless woe!
Thou know’st I do not love thee, Lord.
Verse 5
This is my shame, my curse, my hell,
I do not love the bleeding Lamb,
The Lamb, who lov’d my soul so well:
This is my hell, my curse, my shame.
Verse 6
The stone cries out, I do not love,
And breaks my heart its want to own,
The mountain now begins to move,
And half relents my heart of stone.
Verse 7
The word hath pass’d thy gracious lips,
I feel, I feel the waters flow,
The rock is cleft, the marble weeps,
And lo! I mourn thy love to know.
Verse 8
For thee, not without hope, I mourn,
I know, I feel thy love to me,
Thy love my flinty heart shall turn,
And get itself the victory.
Verse 9
Thou lov’dst, before the world began,
This poor unloving soul of mine:
Jesus came down, my God was man,
That I might all become divine.
Verse 10
My anchor this, which cannot move,
The servant as his Lord shall be,
And I shall live my God to love,
And die for him who died for me.