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."

 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.''