The love of Christ, which passeth knowledge. Ephesians 3:19
Words: William E. Littlewood, A Garland from the Parables 1857.
Music: Theodore E. Perkins, harmony by H. Elliot Button (1861–1925) (🔊 pdf nwc).
If you know where to get a good photo of Littlewood or Button (head-and-shoulders, at least 200×300 pixels), would you ?
There is no love like the love of Jesus,
Never to fade or fall,
Till into the fold of the peace 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.
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.
There is no voice like the voice of Jesus,
Tender and sweet its chime—
Like musical ring of a flowing spring
In the bright summer time.
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.
Oh, let us hark to the voice of Jesus,
Then we shall never roam;
And we shall rest on His loving breast,
In the dear heavenly home.