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 someday yonder, we'll never more wander But walk on streets that are purest gold Though often tempted, tormented and tempted And like the prophet, my pillow a stone And though I find here, no permanent dwelling I know he'll give me a mansion my own 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 that city I want a mansion, a harp, and a crown