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