Higher Ground

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

Chorus:
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 pray'r, 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.