Hymn - Mansion over the hilltop

^GI'm satisfied wi^Cth just a cotta^Gge below ^GA little^D silver, and a little g^Gold ^GBut in that city^C, where the ran^Gsomed will shine ^GI want a^D gold one, that's silve^Gr lined

^CI've got a mansion just over the hilltop^{G D}In that bright land where we'll never gr^Gow old ^CAnd someday yonder, we'll never more wan^Gder ^DBut walk on streets that are purest gold^G

^GThough often tem^Cpted, tormented^G and tempted ^GAnd like^D the prophet, my pillow^G a stone ^GAnd though I fin^Cd here, no perm^Ganent dwelling ^GI know h^De'll give me a mansion ^Gmy own

^GDon't think me p^Coor or, deserte^Gd or lonely ^GI'm not ^Ddiscouraged, I'm heaven^G bound ^GI'm just a pilgr^Cim in search of^G that city ^GI want a^D mansion, a harp, and a^G crown