Mansion Over The Hilltop 

 Mansion Over The Hilltop 

 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
 

( Written By Ira F. Stanphill )

 (  Final Arrangement  By  Ray Pfob )