The Field

What do I have but Jesus

I’ve found no one like Him

All the world has loses its appeal

When He stands beside me

The world can keep its praises

All its riches and its treasures

‘Cause there’s nothing like His presence to me

And men may give their favor

All their fleeting awe and honor

But there’s nothing like His presence to me

What do I have but Jesus

Nothing I’ve gained compares

His friendship is all the strength I need

To never grow weary

The world can keep its praises

All its riches and its treasures

‘Cause there’s nothing like His presence to me

And men may give their favor

All their fleeting awe and honor

But there’s nothing like Your presence to me

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

Oh the beauty of livin’ in Your presence

Mmm, oh, mmm, oh, oh, mmm, mmm