Gone from wrecked to ruin
You lead me up High Rock Mountain
Your starry cope surrounds me
Rushing wind words blowing
A taste of Eden's orchard
And so began the wooing
And it's just me here, so defeated
And You, the Lifter of my head
You fed me from your table
Nothing in this world compares
To Your love, to Your love
Nothing in this world compares
To Your love, to Your love
You came down and took The Sadness
Bought me with a thousand lashes
And set me in the blueberries
And if I was the only one
The only one who did You wrong
You still would take my plea
You would not forget me
Nothing in this world compares
To Your love, to Your love
Nothing in this world compares
To Your love, to Your love
Calling each conqueror
To a banquet of Your favor
Calling each conqueror
To a banquet of Your favor
Calling each conqueror
To a banquet of Your favor
Calling each conqueror
To a banquet of Your favor
Your favor, your favor, yes Lord
Your favor, your favor
Nothing in this world compares
To Your love, to Your love
Nothing in this world compares
To Your love, to Your love
Nothing in this world compares
To Your love, to Your love
Nothing in this world compares
To Your love, to Your love
To your love
Oh, to your love