Where Could I Go But to the Lord

(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...