WHERE COULD I GO

Living below in this old sinful world,
Hardly a comfort can afford;
Striving alone to face temptations sore,
Where could I go but to the Lord?

CHORUS
Where could I go, O where could
I go?
Seeking a refuge for my soul?
Needing a friend to help me in the end,
Where could I go but to the Lord?


Neighbors are kind,
I love them every one,
We get along in sweet accord;
But when my soul needs manna from
above, Where could I go but to the
Lord?

Life here is grand with friends I love so dear,
Comfort I get from God’s own
word;
Yet when I face the chilling hand of death,
Where could I go but
to the Lord?