625 - Higher Ground
I’m pressing on the upward way,
New
heights I'm gaining everyday;
Still
praying as I onward bound,
“Lord,
plant my feet on higher ground.”
Refrain
Lord, lift me up, and I shall stand
By faith, on heaven’s table land;
A higher plane than I have found;
Lord, plant my feet on higher ground.
2
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.
3
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.
4
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.”
