(J. B. Coats)

Living below in this old sinful world

Hardly a comfort can afford

Striving alone to face temptations call

Where could I goto the Lord

Where could I gowhere could I go

Seeking a refuge for my soul

Needing a friend to help me in the end

Where could I go to the Lord

Neighbors are fun I love ‘em everyone

We get along in sweet accord

But when I pass the chilling hand of death

Where could I goto the Lord

Where could I gowhere could I go

Seeking a refuge for my soul

Needing a friend to help me in the end

Where could I go to the Lord

Life here is grand with friends I love so well

Comfort I get from God's own Word

But when my soul needs manna from above

Where could I goto the Lord

Where could I gowhere could I go

Seeking a refuge for my soul

Needing a friend to help me in the end

Where could I go to the Lord

Where could I gowhere could I go

Seeking a refuge for my soul

Needing a friend to help me in the end

Where could I go to the Lord

Where could I go to the Lord