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 linedI'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 goldThough often tempted, tormented and tested

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 ownI'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 goldDon't think me poor or, deserted or lonely

I'm not discouraged, I'm heaven bound

I'm just a pilgrim in search of that city

I want a mansion, a harp, and a crownI'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