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