Iím pressing on the upward way,
New heights Iím gaining every day;
Still praying as I onward bound,
ďLord, plant my feet on higher ground.Ē
Lord, lift me up, and I shall stand
By faith on heaven's tableland;
A higher plane than I have found;
Lord, plant my feet on higher ground.
My heart has no desire to stay
Where doubts arise and fears dismay;
Though some may dwell where these abound,
My prayer, my aim, is higher ground.
I want to live above the world,
Though Satanís darts at me are hurled;
For faith has caught the joyful sound,
The song of saints on higher ground.
I want to scale the utmost height,
And catch a gleam of glory bright;
But still Iíll pray till heaven Iíve found,
ďLord, lead me on to higher ground.Ē