Higher, higher would I soar,
Rise where sin disturbs no more;
Nearer, nearer, Lord, to Thee,
Cleansed from all impurity.
Oh, my Savior, brother, friend,
Let the cleansing showers descend,
Let me all Thy fullness know,
Let the healing waters flow.
Upward, onward, be my flight,
Till the world is lost to sight;
Heav’nward all my thoughts ascend,
Till my pilgrimage shall end.
Onward, onward, be my cry,
From earth’s cares I fain would fly;
Pressing t’ward the heav’nly goal,
To the haven of my soul.
Forward, forward, I will go,
Gladly leaving all below,
In the narrow, trustful way,
Till I gain the realms of day.