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 some day yonder we will never more wander,
but walk on 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 but a pilgrim in search of the city;
I want a mansion, a harp, and a crown.