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
Though 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.