Higher Ground

This is the metal version of the hymn Higher Ground, by Johnson Oatman, Jr, (1856). Arranged 2026 by Timothy Rowland I’m pressing on the upward way, New heights I’m gaining every day; Still praying as I’m upward bound, “Lord, plant my feet on higher ground!” Lord, lift me up and let me stand, By faith, on Heaven’s 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. Beyond the mist I fain would rise, To rest beneath unclouded skies. Above earth's turmoil peace is found, By those who dwell on 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!” Lord, lift me up and let me stand, By faith, on Heaven’s table land, A higher plane than I have found; Lord, plant my feet on higher ground!