Living below in this old sinful worldHardly a comfort can affordStriving alone to face temptations callWhere could I go but to the LordWhere could I go, where could I goSeeking a refuge for my soulNeeding a friend to help me in the endWhere could I go but to the LordNeighbors are fun I love 'em everyoneWe get along in sweet accordBut when I pass the chilling hand of deathWhere could I go but to the LordWhere could I go, where could I goSeeking a refuge for my soulNeeding a friend to help me in the endWhere could I go but to the LordLife here is grand with friends I love so wellComfort I get from God's own wordBut when my soul needs manna from aboveWhere could I go but to the LordWhere could I go, where could I goSeeking a refuge for my soulNeeding a friend to help me in the endWhere could I go but to the LordWhere could I go, where could I goSeeking a refuge for my soulNeeding a friend to help me in the endWhere could I but go to the LordWhere could I but go to the Lord
