1 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?
[Refrain]
Where could I go?
O 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?
2 Neighbors are kind,
I love them every one;
We get along in sweet accord;
But when my soul
Needs manna from above,
Where could I go but to the Lord? [Refrain]
3 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? [Refrain]
