(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
