123. I’m pressing on the upward way, New heights
1 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.’
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;
Thou’ some may dwell where these abound, My prayer, my aim is higher ground.
3 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.
4 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.’