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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. |
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Jesus' love, precious love, Boundless, and pure, and free; Oh, turn to that love, weary wand'ring 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. |
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Jesus' love, precious love, Boundless, and pure, and free; Oh, turn to that love, weary wand'ring soul; Jesus pleadeth for thee. |
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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. |
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Jesus' love, precious love, Boundless, and pure, and free; Oh, turn to that love, weary wand'ring soul; Jesus pleadeth for thee. |
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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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Jesus' love, precious love, Boundless, and pure, and free; Oh, turn to that love, weary wand'ring soul; Jesus pleadeth for thee. |
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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, And with Him we'll be one! |
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Jesus' love, precious love, Boundless, and pure, and free; Oh, turn to that love, weary wand'ring soul; Jesus pleadeth for thee. |