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| Where Could I Go |
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| 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? |
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| 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? |
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| Neighbors are kind, I love them ev’ry one, |
| We get along in sweet accord |
| But when my soul needs manna from above |
| Where could I go but to the Lord? |
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| 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? |
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