Oh, What Shall I Do To Be Saved
From The Sorrows That Burden My Soul ?
Like The Waves In The Storm
When The Winds Are At War,
Chilling Floods Of Distress O’er Me Roll.

What Shall I Do ? What Shall I Do ?
Oh, What Shall I Do To Be Saved ?

Oh, What Shall I Do To Be Saved,
When The Pleasures Of Youth Are All Fled
And The Friends I Have Loved
From The Earth Are Removed,
And I Weep O’er The Graves Of The Dead?

Oh, What Shall I Do To Be Saved,
When Sickness My Strength Shall Subdue ;
Or The World In A Day,
Like A Cloud, Rolls Away,
And Eternity Opens To View ?

O Lord, Look In Mercy On Me,
Come, Come, And Speak Peace To My Soul !
Unto Whom Shall I Flee,
Blessed Lord, But To Thee ?
Thou Canst Make My Poor Broken
Heart Whole !
That Will I Do ! That Will I Do !
To Jesus I’ll Go And Be Saved I