1. 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 save me in the end,
Where could I go but to the Lord?
2. Neighbors are fine, 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?
3. 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?