Mansion Over The Hilltop
Mansion Over the Hilltop
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Iím 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 thatís silver lined.
Iíve got a mansion just over the hilltop,
In that bright land where weíll 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 pillowís a stone;
And though I find here no permanent dwelling,
I know Heíll give me a mansion my own
Donít think me poor or deserted or lonely;
Iím not discouraged, Iím heaven bound.
Iím just a pilgrim in search of a city,
I want a mansion, a harp, and a crown.
By Ira Stamphill