Mansion Over the Hilltop 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 the streets that are purest gold. Though often tempted, tormented, and tested, And like the prophet my pillow’s a stone; And though 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.
Posted on: Fri, 21 Jun 2013 02:51:22 +0000
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