W.E. Littlewood
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!
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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.
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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.