I'm sat- is- fied with just a cot-tage be- low oh, A lit- tle sil- ver and a lit- tle gold 'od, But in that Cit- y where the ran- somed will shi- ne. I want a gold one that's sil- ver lined. I've got a man- sion just o- ver the hill- top. In that bright land where we'll nev- er grow old. And some- day yon- der, we will nev- er more won- der, but walk on streets that are pur- est gold. Tho' of- ten temp- ted tor- ment- ed and test- ed And like the Pro- phet, my pil- low a sto- ne, And tho' I find here no per- ma- nent dwel- ling. I know he'll give me a man- sion my own.