Am not satisfied to stand upon this place,
Not contented with a measure of familiar grace.
I want to go beyond the things I've always known.
The ground I stand upon is but a stepping stone.
Lord, lift me higher,
Bring me closer to Your face,
For I want to know an unfamiliar grace.
Your love is wider
And deeper than the sea
And yet so near to me,
I need to know Your unfamiliar grace.
I am not satisfied to live a little life
To know a little glory,
To possess a little of my Christ,
The height where I aspire,
And my soul's deep desire
Is to be dwelling in the realm of holy fire.
So many seem to settle for the things that they can see
Walking in the shadow of the glory there could be.
But I will never rest until I touch the Unseen Hand,
Who'll take me far beyond what I can understand!
Only You can show me Your unfamiliar grace.