To—“O Thou to whom, in flesh revealed.” 1 WHAT shall I do my God to love, My God, who loved, and died for me? Obdurate heart, will nothing move, Will nothing melt or soften thee? 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. 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 millstone down. 4 Thou know’st (but must I tell Thee