GI'm pressing on the Cupward way, new Gheights I'm gaining D7every day;

Still Gpraying as I'm Conward bound, "Lord, Gplant my feet on D7higher Gground."

Chorus

Lord, Glift me up and Clet me stand,

By Gfaith, on Heaven's D7tableland,

A Ghigher plane than CI have found;

Lord, Gplant my feet on D7higher Gground.

Verse 2

My Gheart has no deCsire to stay where Gdoubts arise and D7fears dismay;

Though Gsome may dwell where Cthose abound, my Gprayer, my aim, is D7higher Gground.

Verse 3

I Gwant to live aCbove the world, though GSatan's darts at D7me are hurled;

For Gfaith has caught the Cjoyful sound, the Gsong of saints on D7higher Gground.

Verse 4

I Gwant to scale the Cutmost height and Gcatch a gleam of D7glory bright;

But Gstill I'll pray till Cheaven I've found, "Lord, Gplant my feet on D7higher Gground."