Mansions Over the Hilltop
I'm satisfied w/just a cottage below, A little silver & a little gold; But in that city where the ransomed will shine, I want a gold one that's silvr lined. Tho often tempted tormented and tested & like the prophet my pillow a stone; & 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 robe & a crown. I've got a mansion just over the hilltop, In that birght land where we'll never grow old; & some day yonder we will never more wander But walk the streets that are purest gold