I'm Pressing On

[1]
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."

[chorus]
Lord, lift me up and let me stand,
By faith, on heaven's table land,
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;
Tho' some may dwell where these abound
My prayer, my aim is higher ground.

[chorus]
Lord, lift me up and let me stand,
By faith, on heaven's table land,
A higher plane than I have found;
Lord, plant my feet on higher ground.

[3]
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.

[chorus]
Lord, lift me up and let me stand,
By faith, on heaven's table land,
A higher plane than I have found;
Lord, plant my feet on higher ground.

[4]
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."

[chorus]
Lord, lift me up and let me stand,
By faith, on heaven's table land,
A higher plane than I have found;
Lord, plant my feet on higher ground.