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 will never grow old.
And someday yonder,
We will never more wonder
But walk the streets that
Are pure as gold.

Though often tempted,
Tormented, and tested,
And like the prophet,
My pillow was 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 will never grow old.
And someday yonder,
We will never more wonder
But walk the streets that
Are pure as 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 robe, and a crown

I've got a mansion
Just over the hilltop.
In that bright land where
We will never grow old.
And someday yonder,
We will never more wonder
But walk the streets that
Are pure as gold.