Living below in this old sinful world, Hardly a comfort can afford; Striving alone to face temptation sore, Where could I go but to the Lord? Where could I go? Oh, 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?

Neighbors are kind, I love them ev’ry one, 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?

Where could I go? Oh, 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?

*This wonderful hymn was written by Author/Songwriter J.B. Coats in 1940