I’M PRESSING ON THE UPWARD

 

Verse 1

I’m pressing on the upward

New heights I’m gaining everyday;

Still praying as I’m onward bound,

“Lord, plant my feet on higher ground

 

Chorus

Lord, lift me up and let me stand,

By faith, on Heaven’s tableland,

A higher plane that I found;

Lord, plant my feet on higher ground

 

Verse 2

My heart has no desire to stay

Where doubts arise and fears dismay

Though some may dwell where those abound

My prayer, my aim, is higher ground

 

Verse 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.

 

Verse 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, plant my feet on higher ground.”