(James B. Coats)

(Where could I go but to the Lord.)

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.

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 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...