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,
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?

Neighbours 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?