Sinners, say, will you go

1 Sinner, say, will you go
To the highlands of heaven?
Where the storms never blow,
And the long summer's given.
Where the bright blooming flowers
Are their odors emitting.
And the leaves of the bowers
In the breezes are flitting.

2 Where the saints robed in white,
Cleansed in life's flowing fountain;
Shining beauteous and bright,
They inhabit the mountain.
Where no sin nor dismay,
Neither trouble nor sorrow,
Will be felt for a day,
Nor be feared for the morrow.

3 He's prepared thee a home,
Sinner, will you believe it?
And invites thee to come,
Sinner will you receive it?
O, come! sinner, come!
For the tide is receding;
And the Savior will soon
And forever quit pleading.

Source: The Little Minstrel: a collection of songs and music, with lessons of instruction, mathematically arranged plan of notation #27