Fellowship Hall

I'm satisfied with just a cot-tage be-low a lit-tle silver, and a lit-tle gold, But in that cit-y, where the ransomed will shine I want a gold one that's sil-ver lined,

I've got a mansion just over the hill-top. In that bright land where we'll never grow old And someday yon-der We will never more wander, But walk on streets that are purest gold.

Though of-ten tempt-ed, tor-ment-ed and test-ed and like the pro-phet, my pil-low a stone, And tho I find here, no per-ma-nent dwell-ing I know He'll give me a man-sion my own.

I've got a mansion just over the hill-top. In that bright land where we'll never grow old And someday yon-der We will never more wander, But walk on streets that are purest gold.

Don't think me poor-er, de-sert-ed or lone-ly, I'm not dis-cour-aged. I'm heaven bound. I'm just a pil-grim in search of that cit-y I want a man-sion, a harp and a crown.

I've got a mansion just over the hill-top. In that bright land where we'll never grow old And someday yon-der We will never more wander, But walk on streets that are purest gold.

Don't think me poor-er, de-sert-ed or lone-ly I'm not dis-cour-aged, I'm heav-en bound, I'm just a pil-grim in search of that cit-y. I want a man-sion a harp and a crown.

I've got a mansion just over the hill-top. In that bright land where we'll never grow old And someday yon-der We will never more wander, But walk on streets that are purest gold.