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1 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.
2 Upward, onward, be my flight,
Till the world is lost to sight;
Heav’nward all my thoughts ascend,
Till my pilgrimage shall end. [Refrain]
3 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. [Refrain]
4 Forward, forward, I will go,
Gladly leaving all below,
In the narrow, trustful way,
Till I gain the realms of day. [Refrain]
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #10364