Lord, I aspire every day to walk in your way. I may falter and fall, but please, pick me up and plant my feet on higher ground.

“I’m pressing on the upward way, new heights I’m gaining every day; still praying as I onward bound, Lord, plant my feet on higher ground. Lord, lift me up, and let me stand, by faith on Canaan’s tableland; 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 these 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 height and catch a gleam of glory bright, but still I’ll pray, till rest I’ve found, Lord, lead me on to higher ground.”