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MANSION OVER THE HILLTOP Misc. Gospel
Im satis[C]fied with just a co[F]ttage [C]below,
A little [G7]silver and a little [C]gold;
But in that city where the [F]ransomed [C]will shine,
I want a [G7]gold one thats silver [C]lined.
Ive got a [F]mansion just over the [C]hilltop,
In that bright land [G7]where well never grow [C]old;
And so[F]meday yonder we will never more [C]wander,
But walk the [G7]streets that are purest [C]gold.
Though often tempted, tormented, and tested,
And like the prophet my pillows a stone;
And though I find here no permanent dwelling,
I know Hell give me a mansion my own
Dont think me poor or deserted or lonely;
Im not discouraged, Im heaven bound.
Im just a pilgrim in search of a city,
I want a mansion, a harp, and a crown.