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.
There is no heart like the heart of Jesus,
Filled with a tender lore;
Not a throb or throe our hearts can know
But he suffered before.
There is no voice like the voice of Jesus;
Ah! how sweet its chime,
Like the musical ring of some rushing spring
In the summer-time!
O might we listen that voice of Jesus!
O might we never roam
Till our souls should rest, in peace, on his breast,
In the heavenly home!
--W. E. Littlewood.