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| Mansion Over The Hilltop |
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| 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 some day yonder we'll never more wander |
| But walk on streets that are purest gold |
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| Though often tempted, tormented and tested |
| And, like the prophet, my pillow a stone |
| And tho' 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 heavenly bound |
| I'm just a pilgrim in search of the city |
| I want a mansion, a harp and a crown |
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