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.
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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.
Though often tempted, tormented, and tested,
And like the prophet my pillow's a stone;
And though I find here no permanent dwelling,
I know He'll give me a mansion my own.
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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.
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