Johnson Oatman Jr., Charles H. Gabriel
I’m pressing on the upward way
New heights I’m gaining every day
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 heav’n table land
A higher plane that 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
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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, plant my feet on higher ground
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