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.

Chorus

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 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.

by Ste.