W.E. Littlewood (483/413) -- Hymns and Spiritual Songs

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! 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.