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.

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 everyone,

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

hands of death,

Where could I go but to the Lord.

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