I’m pressing on the upward way,

1.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.”

Chorus:
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.

2.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.

3.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.

4.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.”

I will sing of my Redeemer,

1.I will sing of my Redeemer,
And His wondrous love to me;
On the cruel cross He suffered,
From the curse to set me free.

Chorus:
Sing, oh sing, of my Redeemer!
With His blood He purchased me!
On the cross He sealed my pardon,
Paid the debt, and made me free.

2.I will tell the wondrous story,
How, my lost estate to save,
In His boundless love and mercy
He the ransom freely gave.

3.I will praise my dear Redeemer
His triumphant power I’ll tell;
How the victory He giveth
Over sin, and death, and hell.

4.I will sing of my Redeemer,
And His heavenly love to me;
He from death to life hath brought me.
Son of God, with Him to be.