Living below in this old sinful worldHardly a comfort can affordStriving alone to face temptation soreWhere could I go but to the Lord?Where could I go, 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 to meI love them, everyoneWe get along, sweet accordBut when I face the chilling hand of deathWhere could I go but to the Lord?Where could I go, 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?Where could I go, 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?Where could I go but to the Lord?Could I go but to the Lord?Thank you, Bonnie.That was really fine.As you all know, here at the San Quentin Garden Chapel,you have really an outstanding choir.Steve Pierce, the director, has worked very hardto make this choir the fine musical organization that it is.And today, the boys agreed to sing for usa medley of their favorites.Take over, Steve.