Hymn 339
I'm pressing on the upward way
- I'm pressing on the upward way.
New heights I'm gaining t'veryday;
Still praying as I onward bound
"Lord, plant my feet on higher ground."
Lord, lift me up and let me stahd,
liy faith, on Heaven's table-land;
Where love, and joy, and light abound.
Lord, plant my feet on higher ground.
- My heart has no desire to stay
Where doubts arise, and fears dismay;
Though some may dwell where these abound.
My constant aim is higher ground.
- Beyond the mist I fain would rise.
To rest beneath unclouded skies.
Above earth's turmoil peace is found
By those who dwell on higher ground.
- I long to scale the utmost height.
Though rough the way, and hard the fight.
My song, while climbing, shall resound
Lord, lead me on to higher ground.
- Lord, lead me up the mountain side
I dare not climb without my Guide;
And, heaven gained, I'll gaze around.
With grateful heart from higher ground.
Christly Living