Who trades gold for dross?
Who forswears the sun for ember light?
Can the corrupt forsake the Cross?
And war his own fight?
On my sickbed will I praise You,
On my deathbed, will I heighten Your name
For what in the present, will make me leave You?
What can replace the peace in my heart,
When my faith departs from You?
What in the future will make me cause mutiny?
For there's no captain like my Captain
He talks to the tempest and he calms down
Without His ship, He walks on the sea, like dry land
Your love goes beyond life, even death
To whom shall I go, LORD,
When I leave You,
To whom shall I go?
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