547 Higher Ground
Almighty God in Heav'n above to Thee I lift my eyes, I feel Thy Spirit and Thy love which say awake arise. Throughout the darkness of the night Thou guardst my bed around Now lead me in the morning light to dwell on higher Ground. Like swirling leaves my fleeting days are scattered by the wind, I want to sing eternal praise to Christ my God and Friend. And when my Maker calls me home and Gabriel's trump shall sound, I'll pitch my tent no more to roam from Heaven's Higher Ground. |