Not one

Who can love me like you do

Not one

Who can I compare to you

Not one

What other god is there to choose

Who can wash us with his blood and sprinkle us until we're new

Not one

Glory to the name of Yeshua who came down to visit us and sit with us

The father sent the rain

To produce what he desired

We become the grain, void of leaven set on fire going up in flames

You know, at best we're filthy rags like after dishes

Our soul is blessed cause we have passed from rags to riches

His name is sweeter than thousands of mouths could ever expound

Anointed above his companions with oil and gladness with Him

The angels cry holy, the nations cry behold we

Get to become what the farmer had in mind when he was sowing

Seeds to eventually become trees of rightness

That produce the father's fruit from roots so deep

Blessed be the holy one

He has freed the slaves and tasted death for those with no freedom

Indeed His seat of grace is made a rest for those who boldly come

Before we never could know the truth But you left your glory alone

Now by your glory alone we do

Sweeter than some honey, are your words to my taste

To whom will I liken you and who can take your place

My tongue will speak your words, my lips will utter praise

To whom will I liken you, there's not another's name

Not one

Who can love me like you do

Not one

Who can I compare to you

Not one

What other god is there to choose Who can wash us with his blood and sprinkle us until we're new

Mm-hmm, knees are going down, tongues are gonna confess

That Jesus is the Lord of all and higher than the rest

You the Sabbath, you the rest, that we couldn't fathom in the flesh

Earthly vessels couldn't dare to stand in your presence

But you meshed us in and put death to sins For the past and present tense

Now after, the precedence it had over a men is no longer prevalent

You never quit, you represent Righteousness for the ones who never did

But instead believe in the one who was heaven sent

God take pleasure in the words we utter let all the meditation

In our hearts be to your heartbeat, will you smile upon our praises

Though we walk through the valley dark, or we stuck in tribulation

It's your name whom we'll stand in awe and serve you in trepidation

The root has made us a holy tree, you retain the authority

To your name goes all dominion and to your name all glory be

You the shepherd, you the lamb, you the leper, you the priest

You forever the greater I AM, my holy banner and jubilee

Sweeter than some honey are your words to my taste

To whom will I liken you and who can take your place

My tongue will speak your words, my lips will utter praise

To whom will I liken you, that's not another name

Not one

Who can love me like you do

Not one

Who can I compare to you

Not one

What other god is there to choose

Who can wash us with his blood and sprinkle us until we're new

Not one

Who can love me like you do

Not one

Who can I compare to you

Not one

What other god is there to choose

Who can wash us with his blood and sprinkle us until we know

Not one

Sweeter than some honey are your words to my taste

To whom will I liken you and who can take your place

My tongue will speak your words, my lips will utter praise

To whom will I liken you, there's not another name

Not one