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?