(Words & music by Ira Stamphill)
  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