by Shirley Chacko

I am pressing on the upward way way,
New heights Iam gaining every day--
Still praying as I am onward bound,
Lord, plant my feet on higher ground.

I want to live above the world,
Tho 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 will pray till heaven I've found,
Lord, lead me on to higher ground.

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