Hymn 91

I’m pressing on the upward way

Johnson Oatman Jnr., Ada R. Habershon

Verse 1

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.”

Chorus

Lord, lift me up and let me stand,

By faith, on heaven’s tableland;

Where love, and joy, and light abound,

Lord, plant my feet on higher ground.

Verse 2

My heart has no desire to stay,

Where doubts arise and fears dismay;

Though some may dwell where these abound,

My prayer, my aim, is higher ground.

Chorus

Lord, lift me up and let me stand,

By faith, on heaven’s tableland;

Where love, and joy, and light abound,

Lord, plant my feet on higher ground.

Verse 3

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.

Chorus

Lord, lift me up and let me stand,

By faith, on heaven’s tableland;

Where love, and joy, and light abound,

Lord, plant my feet on higher ground.

Verse 4

I long to scale the utmost height,

And catch a gleam of glory bright;

But still I’ll pray till heaven I’ve found,

“Lord, lead me on to higher ground.”

Chorus

Lord, lift me up and let me stand,

By faith, on heaven’s tableland;

Where love, and joy, and light abound,

Lord, plant my feet on higher ground.