"I press on toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus."
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.
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.
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.
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.
Chorus: 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.
Words, Johnson Oatman, Jr. 1892 Tune, Charles H. Gabriel, 1902