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.
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.
Back to chorus:
Written by: Ira Stamphill
John 14: 2,3
2 In my Father's house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you. 3 And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again, and receive you unto myself; that where I am, there ye may be also.
