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 on streets that are purest gold
Don’t think me poor or deserted or lonely
I‘m not discouraged, I’m heaven bound
I’m but a pilgrim in search of a city
I want a mansion a harp and a crown
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