HIGHER GROUND 30

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 table land,

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 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.”

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