Living below in this old sinful world hardly a comfort can afford
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Striving alone to face temptations far where could I go but to the Lord
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Where could I go oh where could I go seeking a refuge for my soul
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Needing a friend to help me in the end 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
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Yet when I face those chilling hands of death where could I go but to the Lord
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Where could I go...
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Neighbors are kind I love them everyone comfort I get from God's own words
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But when my soul needs 'em from up above where could I go but to the Lord
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Where could I go...
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Where Could I Go But To The Lord
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| Stonewall Jackson |
