by winka » Wed Oct 08, 2008 6:28 am
HIGHER GROUND
I'm pressing on the up-ward way,
New heights I'm gaing ever'y day;
Still pray-ing as I onward bound,
"Lord, plant my feet on high-er ground.
Lord, lift me up and let me stand,
By faith, on heav-ens ta-ble-land,
A high-er plane than I have found,
Lord, plant my feet on high-er ground.
My heart has no de-sire to stay
Where doubts arise and fears dismay.
Tho' some may dwell where these a-bound,
"My prayer, my aim, is high-er ground.
I want to live a-bove the world,
Tho' Sa-tan's darts at me ar hurled;
For faith has caught the joy-ful sound,
The song of saints on high-er ground.
I want to scale the ut-most height,
And catch a gleam of glo-ry bright;
But still I'll pray till heav'n I've found,
"Lord, lead me on to high-er ground,"
HIGHER GROUND
I'm pressing on the up-ward way,
New heights I'm gaing ever'y day;
Still pray-ing as I onward bound,
"Lord, plant my feet on high-er ground.
Lord, lift me up and let me stand,
By faith, on heav-ens ta-ble-land,
A high-er plane than I have found,
Lord, plant my feet on high-er ground.
My heart has no de-sire to stay
Where doubts arise and fears dismay.
Tho' some may dwell where these a-bound,
"My prayer, my aim, is high-er ground.
I want to live a-bove the world,
Tho' Sa-tan's darts at me ar hurled;
For faith has caught the joy-ful sound,
The song of saints on high-er ground.
I want to scale the ut-most height,
And catch a gleam of glo-ry bright;
But still I'll pray till heav'n I've found,
"Lord, lead me on to high-er ground,"