Higher Ground (I'm Pressing on the Upward Way)

I’m pressing on the upward way, New heights I’m gaining every day, Still praying as I onward bound, Lord plant my feet on higher ground

Lord lift me up and let me 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, Tho’ some may dwell where these abound, My prayer, my aim is higher ground.

I want to live above the world Tho’ satan’s 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 I ‘ll pray till heaven I’ ve found, Lord lead me on to higher ground.