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."