631 ~ I’m Pressing on the Upward Way
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I’m pressing on the upward way, New heights I’m gaining every day; Still praying as I onward bound, “Lord, plant my feet on higher ground.”
Refrain
Lord, lift me up, and I shall stand By faith on heaven's tableland; A higher plane than I have found; Lord, plant my feet on higher ground.
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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.
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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.
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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.”