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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.
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 stay
Where 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 height
And catch a gleam of glory bright;
But still I'll pray till heav'n I've found,
Lord,
plant
my
feet
on
higher
ground.
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- Miscellaneous
- Traditional Songs
- The Very Best Of Christmas
- Celebrate You
- Swing Pleasure
- Christmas Songs
- A Christmas Sing-Along
- Volume II
- Celtic Peace At Christmas
- Romantic Guitars
- The Roots of Janis Joplin
- First Offense
- The Fall Comes Early
- Holiday – Christmas Wishes (All I want for Christmas.....)
- Christmas Collection (All you need for Christmas)
- Sight of the Angels
- Music for Funeral and Memorial Services
- Christmas Concertos
- Home for Christmas: Contemporary Holiday Favorites
- Kids Christmas