Mansion Over The Hilltop

I'm satisfied with just a cottage below

A little silver and a little gold

But in that city, where the ransomed will shine

I want a gold one, that's silver lined

I've got a mansion just over the hilltop

In that bright land where we'll never grow old

And someday yonder, we'll never more wander

But walk on streets that are purest gold

Though often tempted, tormented and tempted

And like the prophet my pillow is stone

And though

I find here no permanent dwelling

I know he'll give me a mansion my own

I've got a mansion just over the hilltop

In that bright land where we'll never grow old

And someday yonder, we'll never more wander

But walk on streets that are purest gold

Don't think me poor

Lord, deserted or lonely

I'm not discouraged, 'cause

I'm heaven bound

I'm just a pilgrim in search of a city

I want a mansion, a harp, and a crown

I've got a mansion just over the hilltop

In that bright land where we'll never grow old

And someday yonder, we will never more wander

But walk on streets that are purest gold