Cantique : love is love no like of the There Jesus

1

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

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

2

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

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

3

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

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

4

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

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

5

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

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

love is love no like of the There Jesus