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.