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Living below, in this old sinful world |
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Hardly a comfort can afford |
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Striving alone, to face temptation's sword |
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Where could I go but to the Lord? |
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Where could I go, oh where could I go? |
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Seeking a refuge for my soul |
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Needing a friend, to help me in the end |
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Where could I go, but to the Lord? |
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Neighbors are kind, I love them everyone |
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We get along in sweet accord |
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But when my soul, needs manna from above |
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Where could I go but to the Lord? |
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Where could I go, oh where could I go? |
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Seeking a refuge for my soul |
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Needing a friend, to help me in the end |
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Where could I go, but to the Lord? |
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Life here is grand, with friends I love so dear |
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Comfort I get from God's own word |
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Yet when I face this chilling hand of death |
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Where could I go but to the Lord? |
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Where could I go, oh where could I go? |
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Seeking a refuge for my soul |
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Needing a friend, to help me in the end |
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Where could I go, but to the Lord? |
