W.E. Littlewood

10.6.10.6.Ref.

THERE is no love like the love of Jesus;

Never to fade or fall,

Till into the fold of the house of God

He has gathered us all.

Jesus’ love! precious love!

Boundless, and pure and free;

Oh, turn to that love, weary wandering soul,

Jesus pleadeth for thee!

2

There is no heart like the heart of Jesus,

Filled with a tender love;

No throb nor throe that our hearts can know,

But He feels it above.

3

There is no eye like the eye of Jesus,

Piercing so far away;

Ne’er out of the sight of its tender light

Can the wanderer stray.

4

There is no voice like the voice of Jesus,

Tender and sweet its chime;

Like musical ring of a flowing spring

In the bright summertime.

5

Oh, let us hark to the voice of Jesus!

Then we shall never roam;

And we shall rest on His loving breast,

All the way to our heavenly home.