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There is no love like the love of Jesus,
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| 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. |
| | Jesus' love, precious love, |
| | 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. |
| 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, |
| | And with Him we'll be one! |