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 the streets

That are purest gold

Don't think me poor

Or deserted or lonely

I'm not discouraged

I'm heaven bound

I'm just a pilgrim

In search of a city

I want a mansion

A harp and a crown

Tho' often tempted

Tormented and tested

And like the prophet

My pillow's a stone

And tho' I find here

No permanent dwelling

I know He'll give me

A mansion my own

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