G            C                   G 
I'm satisfied with just a cottage below 
        D                    G 
A little silver, and a little gold; 
           C                             G 
But in that city, where the ransomed will shine, 
        D                       G 
I want a gold one, that's silver lined. 
 
          C                     G 
I've got a mansion just over the hilltop, 
              D                           G 
In that bright land where we'll never grow old; 
           C                        G 
And someday yonder, we'll never more wander, 
           D                       G 
But walk on streets that are purest gold. 
 
            C                      G 
Though often tempted, tormented and tested 
            D                    G 
And like the prophet, my pillow a stone, 
            C                       G 
And though I find here, no permanent dwelling, 
            D                    G 
I know he'll give me a mansion my own. 
 
          C                     G 
I've got a mansion just over the hilltop, 
              D                           G 
In that bright land where we'll never grow old; 
           C                        G 
And someday yonder, we'll never more wander, 
           D                       G 
But walk on streets that are purest gold. 
 
              C                    G 
Don't think me poor or, deserted or lonely, 
       D                       G 
I'm not discouraged, I'm heaven bound; 
          C                         G 
I'm just a pilgrim in search of that city, 
        D                      G 
I want a mansion, a harp, and a crown. 
 
          C                     G 
I've got a mansion just over the hilltop, 
              D                           G 
In that bright land where we'll never grow old; 
           C                        G 
And someday yonder, we'll never more wander, 
           D                       G 
But walk on streets that are purest gold.