1
There is no love like the love of Jesus,
Never to fade or fall,
Till into the rest of the house of God
He has gathered us all.
Never to fade or fall,
Till into the rest 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 wand'ring soul;
Jesus pleadeth for thee.
Boundless, and pure, and free;
Oh, turn to that love, weary wand'ring 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.
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.
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.
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,
And with Him we'll be one!
Then we shall never roam;
And we shall rest on His loving breast,
And with Him we'll be one!