170 WHERE COULD I GO (C)

Living below in this old sinful world, Hardly a comfort can afford; Striving alone to face temptations sore,

Chorus

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 every one, We get along in sweet accord; But when my soul needs manna from above, Where could I go but

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 Lord