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I'm pressing on the upward way,
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| 1. | I'm pressing on the upward way, |
| | New heights I'm gaining every 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 Canaan's tableland; |
| | A higher plan 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; |
| | Though some may dwell where these abound, |
| | My prayer, my aim, is higher ground. |
| 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. |
| 4. | I want to scale the utmost height |
| | And catch a gleam of glory bright; |
| | But still I'll pray till rest I've found, |
| | "Lord, lead me on to higher ground.'' |