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Living below, in this old sinful worldHardly a comfort can affordStriving alone, to face temptation's swordWhere could I go but to the Lord?Where could I go, oh where could I go?Seeking a refuge for my soulNeeding a friend, to help me in the endWhere could I go, but to the Lord?Neighbors are kind, I love them everyoneWe get along in sweet accordBut when my soul, needs manner from aboveWhere could I go but to the Lord?Where could I go, oh where could I go?Seeking a refuge for my soulNeeding a friend, to help me in the endWhere could I go, but to the Lord? Life here is grand, with friends I love so dearComfort I get from God's own wordYet when I face this chilling hand of deathWhere could I go but to the Lord?Where could I go, oh where could I go?Seeking a refuge for my soulNeeding a friend, to help me in the endWhere could I go, but to the Lord? Aus Songtexte Mania