144. Higher Ground.

I’m pressing on the upward way,
New heights I’m gaining ev’ry day;
Still praying as I onward bound,
“Lord, plant my feet on higher ground.”

*CHORUS
Lord, lift me up and let me stand,
By faith, on heaven’s table land,
A higher place 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, Tho’
Satan’s darts at me are hurled;
For faith has caught the joyful sound,
The song of saints on higher ground.

I want scale the utmost height,
And catch a gleam of glory bright;
But still I’ll pray till heav’n I’ve found,
“Lord, lead me on to higher ground.