Music and words by James B. Coats
Living below in this old, sinful world,
Hardly a comfort can afford;
Striving alone to face temptations 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 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 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?
1940, Ren. 1968, Bridge Building Music