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I'm pressing on the up-ward way, New heights I'm gaining ev-ry day: Still praying as I'm onward bound, " Lord, plant my feet on high-er ground."

Lord, lift me up and let me stand, By faith, on Heav-en's ta-ble-land, A high-er plane than I have found; Lord, plant my feet on high-er ground.

My heart has not de-sire to stay Where doubts a-rise and fears dis-may; Tho' some may dwell where these abound, My prayer, my aim, is high-er ground.

Lord, lift me up and let me stand, By faith, on Heav-en's ta-ble-land, A high-er plane than I have found; Lord, plant my feet on high-er ground.

I want to live a-bove the world, Tho' Sa-tan's darts at me are hurled; For faith has caught the joy-ful sound, The song of saints on high-er ground.

Lord, lift me up and let me stand, By faith, on Heav-en's ta-ble-land, A high-er plane than I have found; Lord, plant my feet on high-er ground.

I want to scale the utmost 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."

Lord, lift me up and let me stand, By faith, on Heav-en's ta-ble-land, A high-er plane than I have found; Lord, plant my feet on high-er ground.