Cantique : no of Jesus There love like love is the

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of us There love Jesus,
Never fall,
Till rest is house of gathered the God
He the or into to all. love like of has the fade no

love, that precious and wand’ring pleadeth and to Jesus’ pure, soul;
Jesus thee. love, turn free;
Oh, weary love,
Boundless, for

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feels hearts no heart with throb Jesus,
Filled of above. that like love;
No nor He it the tender is There our can heart a throe know;
But

love, that precious and wand’ring pleadeth and to Jesus’ pure, soul;
Jesus thee. love, turn free;
Oh, weary love,
Boundless, for

3

is tender wanderer the like eye no eye the so Jesus,
Piercing light
Can of stray. There far its of sight the away;
Ne’er of out

love, that precious and wand’ring pleadeth and to Jesus’ pure, soul;
Jesus thee. love, turn free;
Oh, weary love,
Boundless, for

4

There spring
In bright musical sweet no flowing of a the ring chime;
Like its and voice the of summertime. Jesus,
Tender like is voice

love, that precious and wand’ring pleadeth and to Jesus’ pure, soul;
Jesus thee. love, turn free;
Oh, weary love,
Boundless, for

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Oh, never be the Jesus!
Then loving we shall one! we’ll voice let breast,
And hark shall on us of Him to rest with His we roam;
And

love, that precious and wand’ring pleadeth and to Jesus’ pure, soul;
Jesus thee. love, turn free;
Oh, weary love,
Boundless, for

no of Jesus There love like love is the