Silver and gold, silver and gold. I'd rather have Jesus than silver and gold. No fame or fortune, nor riches untold. I'd rather have Jesus than silver and gold Don't give me a mansion on top of
chorus. Away in a manger. No crib for a bed. The little lord Jesus laid down his sweet head. The stars in the sky look down where he lay. The little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay. . The cattle
I need Jesus to guide me every day. As I'm travelin' along this rough and narrow way, narrow way. Though afflictions fill my soul. I'm determined to reach the goal You know, I've gotta have Jesus