Mansion Over the Hilltop
Heavenly Aspirations: A Journey to the Gold-Lined Mansion
Lyrics
I'm satisfied with just a cottage below
I find contentment with a small house here on Earth
A little silver and a little gold
Having a modest amount of wealth in material possessions
But in that city, where the ransomed will shine
In heaven, where the redeemed will shine brightly
I want a gold one, that's silver lined
I desire a luxurious place, adorned with both gold and silver
I've got a mansion just over the hilltop
I believe I have a grand dwelling waiting for me in the afterlife
In that bright land where we'll never grow old
In a radiant place where aging is nonexistent
And someday yonder, we'll never more wander
One day, I'll reside there permanently, never to wander again
But walk on streets that are purest gold
I'll walk on streets made of the purest gold
Though often tempted, tormented and tempted
Despite facing temptations and trials
And like the prophet my pillow is stone
Similar to the biblical prophet, facing hardship
And though I find here no permanent dwelling
Not finding a lasting home on Earth
I know he'll give me a mansion my own
Confident that God will grant me my own heavenly mansion
I've got a mansion just over the hilltop
Reiterating the belief in the existence of a grand dwelling in heaven
In that bright land where we'll never grow old
In a bright place where eternal youth is assured
And someday yonder, we'll never more wander
Anticipating the end of wandering in heaven
But walk on streets that are purest gold
Walking on streets made of the finest gold
Don't think me poor Lord, deserted or lonely
Asserting that despite appearances, feeling spiritually rich and connected to God
I'm not discouraged, 'cause I'm heaven bound
Not disheartened because my ultimate destination is heaven
I'm just a pilgrim in search of a city
Describing oneself as a pilgrim seeking a heavenly city
I want a mansion, a harp, and a crown
Expressing the desire for heavenly rewards - a mansion, a harp, and a crown
I've got a mansion just over the hilltop
Reaffirming the belief in having a magnificent dwelling awaiting in heaven
In that bright land where we'll never grow old
Envisioning an everlasting, bright place where aging is absent
And someday yonder, we will never more wander
Looking forward to the end of wandering in the afterlife
But walk on streets that are purest gold
Walking on streets crafted from the purest gold
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