Higher Ground E
I'm pressing on the upward way, |
Where doubts arise and fears dismay; Though some may dwell where those abound, My prayer, my aim, is 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. 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. |