Mansion Over the Hilltop

IÂ’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 thatÂ’s silver lined

IÂ’ve got a mansion just over the hilltop
In that bright land where weÂ’ll never grow old
And some day yonder we will never more wander
But walk on streets that are purest gold

DonÂ’t think me poor or deserted or lonely
IÂ’m not discouraged IÂ’m heaven bound
IÂ’m but a pilgrim in search of the city
I want a mansion, a harp and a crown

IÂ’ve got a mansion just over the hilltop
In that bright land where weÂ’ll never grow old
And some day yonder we will never more wander
But walk on streets that are purest gold