A certain man of whom we read,
Who lived in days of old,
Though he was rich, he felt his need
Of something more than gold.

It happened on a certain day
This little man was told
That Jesus soon would pass that way
With something more than gold.

Zacchaeus was not tall, and he,
In order to behold,
Climbed up into a sycamore tree
For something more than gold.

But Jesus stood beneath the tree,
And said, Do as you’re told,
Make haste, and come down here to Me,
For something more than gold.

He trusted Jesus and he found
The half had not been told,
Where love and joy and peace abound
’Tis better far than gold.

Oh, yes, my friend,There’s something more,
There’s something more than gold.
To know your sins are all forgiven
Is something more than gold!