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 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 everyone
We get along in 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?