62. I'm Pressing On the Upward Way

  1. 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.

  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 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."

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