Songs

I'm pressing on the upward way

		
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			L.M.D.

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 my 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. 

2	My heart has no desire to stay 
	Where doubts arise, and fears dismay; 
	Though some may dwell where these abound, 
	My prayer, aim is 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.

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.”

					G.Oatman