Indexes for The Sacred Harp, 2025 Edition
175 Highlands of Heaven
Words: The Pilgrims’ Songster, 1853
Music: Arr. J. D. Arnold, 1870. Alto S. M. Denson, 1911
Meter: 6s & 7s D.
Sinner, go, will you go,
To the highlands of heaven,
Where the storms never blow,
And the long summer’s given?
Where the bright, blooming flow’rs
Are their odors emitting,
And the leaves of the bow’rs
On the breezes are flitting.
Where the saints, robed in white,
Cleansed in life’s flowing fountain,
Shining, beauteous and bright,
Shall inhabit the mountain.
Where no sin, nor dismay,
Neither trouble nor sorrow,
Will be felt for today,
Nor be feared for the morrow.
To the highlands of heaven,
Where the storms never blow,
And the long summer’s given?
Where the bright, blooming flow’rs
Are their odors emitting,
And the leaves of the bow’rs
On the breezes are flitting.
Where the saints, robed in white,
Cleansed in life’s flowing fountain,
Shining, beauteous and bright,
Shall inhabit the mountain.
Where no sin, nor dismay,
Neither trouble nor sorrow,
Will be felt for today,
Nor be feared for the morrow.