Hymn 165 - I'm Pressing On THe Upward Way

I'm pressing on the upward way, New heights I'm gaining every day; Still praying as I'm onward bound," Lord plant my feet on higher ground."

Lord, lift me up and let me stand By faith on heaven's table-land; 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; Tho' 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 table-land; 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 table-land; 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 table-land; A higher plane than I have found Lord, plant my feet on higher ground.