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