Higher Ground

Higher Ground

I'm pressing on the upward way,

New heights I'm gaining ev'ry 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.

My heart has no desire to stay

Where doubts arise and fears dismay;

Tho' some may dwell where these abound,

My prayer, my aim is 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.

I want to live above the world,

Tho' Satan's darts at me are hurled;

For faith has caught the joyful sound,

The song of saints 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.

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, lead me on to 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.

By:

Johnson Oatman Jr. (1856-1922)

Charles H. Garriel (1856-1932)