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

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 tested, tormented and tempted
And like a prophet, my pillar is stone.
And though I find here no permanent dwelling
I know He’ll make that mansion my home

Don't think me poor, deserted or lonely
I'm not discouraged cause I'm heaven bound
I'm but a pilgrim in search of the city
I want a mansion, a harp and a crown