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 lure. Not a throb or throw our hearts can know, but he suffered before. There is no eye like the eye of Jesus piercing far away. Never out of the sight of its tender light can the wanderer stray. There is no voice like the voice of Jesus. Ah, how sweet its chime. Like the musical ringing of some rushing spring in the summertime. Oh, might we listen that voice of Jesus. Oh, might we never roam till our soul should rest in peace on His breast in the heavenly home. W. E. Littlewood.

Eye your shepherd as sweet. He has suffered for all your wanderings though you were a sheep going astray. He works all for you and in you and there remains nothing more for you to do, but to make sure to yourselves by faith that which he has made sure in itself I love. John Durant.