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