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? CHORUS 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?Ребде хемише шатланың نهتف' في وقت صلاتي Моя душа беспомощна ورائينا مجده ʿyn fy ạlḍlmẗ أنت ابني أنا Wie ein Hirsch lechzt nach frischem Wasser Mormântul lui Hristos e gol Отец Святой я прихожу к Тебе
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