Lord, lift me up
and let me stand,
By faith, on Heavenís table land,
A higher plane than I have found;
Lord, plant my feet on higher ground.
My heart has
no desire to stay
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 Satanís 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 Iíll pray till Heavín Iíve found,
ďLord, plant my feet on higher ground.Ē