459. MANSION OVER THE HILLTOP

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I' satisfied with just a cottage below,
A little sil-ver 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 hill-top,
In that bright land where we'll never grow old
And someday yonder we will never more wonder
But walk on street that are purest gold.

Tho' often tempted, tormented and tested
And like a prophet my pillow a Stone;
And tho' I find here no permanent dwelling,
I know He'll give me a mansion my own.

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.