Mansion Over the Hilltop
Written by: Ira F. Stanphill
Verse I
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 some day yonder we will
never more wander
But walk the streets that
are purest gold
Verse II
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
[Repeat Chorus, then:]
Yes, walk those streets that
are purest gold