Cantique : of no Jesus is like There the love love

1

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

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

2

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

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

3

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

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

4

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

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

5

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

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

of no Jesus is like There the love love