Written by Johnson Oatman / Recorded by Robert Haymes
Higher GroundBy Johnson Oatman Jr 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.Refrain:Lord, lift me up and let me stand,By faith, on Heaven’s tableland,A higher plane than I have found;Lord, plant my feet on higher ground.My heart has no desire to stayWhere 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 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 heightAnd catch a gleam of glory bright;But still I’ll pray till heav’n I’ve found,Lord, plant my feet on higher ground.