Higher

There’s a land I know, and I long to go
Where the world here grows dim in the light of Him
oh… Who died for me.
It’s a higher ground, that I’ve finally found,
and I long to dwell there where my Father’s well, never,
oh… never runs dry.

Take me to that place, higher, higher, higher,

It’s a holy place, full of love and grace,
and I feel such release when I fall on my knees
oh… I praise You Lord.
And I long to stand on that sacred land
where my joy is complete when I fall at Your feet
oh… I love you, Lord. 

Bridge
I will praise You for You’re love has carried me there;
to that place where my burdens are lighter than air.
And I feel Your forgiveness when I lift up my hands,
You’re the King of all Kings in this land of all lands!