Where Could I Go?

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?

   Where could I go, O where could I go;
   Seeking a refuge for my soul?
   Needing a friend to help me in the end,
   Where could I go but to the Lord?

Neighbors are kind, I love them every one,
We get along in sweet accord;
But when my soul needs manna from above,
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?


Note:  This is an old hymn which we have been singing a lot together as a family, and I find the words running through my head at different times in the night and day.  It is a reminder for us to look to the Lord for help and strength in this life.  He is always ready to take our hand and lead us through any trial we encounter on our earthly pilgrimage.