Higher Ground
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.
Refrain
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;
Though some may dwell where those abound,
My prayer, my aim, is higher ground.
Refrain
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.
Refrain
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, plant my feet on higher ground.
Refrain
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.
Words: Johnson Oatman, Jr. 1898.
The Happy Wonderer ~ ellen b. 
…the folks in eastern Kentucky need some higher ground this morning.
Beautiful! Have a lovely week ahead.
This is a great hymn and we sing it often.
A great hymn of faith and hope for these troubled times we’re living in. Thank you for sharing it, Ellen. God bless you. xo
Oh, how I miss singing this one!