Beyond the Mist I Fain Would Rise

Last week I climbed Pen-y-Ghent, one of Yorkshire's best known peaks. The land around was foggy and misty, but atop the mountain it was glorious sunshine and warmth.

It reminded me of one of my favourite hymns, Higher Ground:

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 table land,
Where love and joy and light abound,
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 these abound,
My constant aim is higher ground.

Beyond the mist I fain would rise
To rest beneath unclouded skies
Above earth's turmoil peace is found
By those who dwell on higher ground.

I long to scale the utmost height
Tho' rough the way, and hard the fight
My song, while climbing, shall resound
Lord, lead me on to higher ground.

Lord, lead me up the mountain side
I dare not climb without my Guide
And heaven gained, I'll gaze around
With grateful heart from higher ground.

It's important to remember that when we're walking through the fog, the sun still shines. When we're walking through life's difficulties, God still smiles.