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.?