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.

Refrain
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.

Tho' often tempted, tormented and tested,
And like the prophet, my pillow a stone.
And 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 that city;
I want a mansion, a harp, and a crown.