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 the 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 some day yonder, we will never more wander

But walk on streets that are pure as goldDon't think me poor or deserted or lonely

I'm not discouraged, I'm heaven bound

I'm but a pilgrim in search of the 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 some day yonder, we will never more wander

But walk on streets that are purest gold