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Words and music: Johnson Oatman Jr, Charles Hutchinson Gabriel
From: Guitar Picker -

Higher Ground

A                          D
I’m pressing on the upward way,
                A             E7
New heights I’m gaining every day;
      A                     D
Still praying as I’m onward bound,
                A          E7  A
“Lord, plant my feet on higher ground.”

A                           E7
Lord, lift me up and let me stand,
By faith, on heaven’s table land,
A higher plane than I have found;
               A          E7  A
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 heaven I’ve found,
“Lord, lead me on to higher ground.”