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

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
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