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? Where could I go, seeking refuge for my soul?

Needing a friend to save me in the end. Where could I go but to the Lord?

Neighbors are kind, I love them every one, we get along is 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?