I’m pressing on the upward way,
 New heights I’m gaining every day;
 Still praying as I’m 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;
 Though some may dwell where those abound,
 My prayer, my aim, is higher ground.

 I want to live above the world,
 Though 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 heav’n I’ve found,
 “Lord, plant my feet on higher ground.”

Mel : Charles Hutchinson Gabriel 1902 [HIGHER GROUND]
Text: Johnson Oatman, Jr. 1898 "I'm Pressing On The Upward Way"
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