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
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 tempted
And like the
prophet my pillow is 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