I’m Pressing On The Upward Way.


Jesus. God Loves Bummyla

I’m Pressing On The Upward Way.
New Heights I’m Gaining Everyday;
Still Praying As I Onward Bound
“Lord, Plant My Feel On Higher Ground.”

Lord, Lift Me Up And Let Me Stand,
By Faith, On Heaven’s Table Land;
Where Love, And Joy, And Light Abound,
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 These Abound,
My Constant 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 Long To Scale The Utmost Height,
Though Rough The Way, And Hard The Fight,
My Song, While Climbing, Shall Resound
Lord, Lead Me On To Higher Ground.

Lord, Lead Me Up The Mountain Side
I Dare Not Climb Without My Guide;
And, Heaven Gained, I’ll Gaze…

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