Verso 1

What do I have but Jesus
I have found no one like Him
All the world has loses its appeal
When He stands beside me

Refrão

The world can keep its praises
All its riches and its treasures
'Cause there's nothing like
His presence to me
And man may give their favor
All their fleeting awe and honor
But there's nothing like
His presence to me

Verso 2

What do I have but Jesus
Nothing I've gained compares
His friendship is all the strength I need
To never grow weary

Refrão

The world can keep its praises
All its riches and its treasures
'Cause there's nothing like
His presence to me
And man may give their favor
All their fleeting awe and honor
But there's nothing like
Your presence to me

Ponte

I bought the field
And I keep diggin' up more treasure
It turns out it's here in the ground
I could never measure
Is there even a cost if I end up
Holdin' Heaven
The beauty of livin'
In Your presence