Where Could I Go

J.B. Coats

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

Chorus:

Where could I go O 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 every one,
We get along in sweet accord;
But when my sould 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.