I'm pressing on the upward way,
New heights I 'm gaining ev’ryday
Still praying as I’m Onward-bound,
"Lord, plant my feet on higher ground."
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 these abound
My pray’r, my aim, is higher ground.
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.

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.
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.

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."
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.