Lyrics
In my Father's house are many mansions
If it were not true, I would have told you so
He has gone away to live in that bright city
He's preparing me a mansion up there I know
I'm satisfied with just a cottage below
A little silver and a little gold
In that bright 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 someday yonder we will never more wander
But walk the streets that are purest gold
Don't leave me poor or deserted or lonely
I'm not discouraged, I'm Heaven bound
I'm just a pilgrim in search of a city
I want a mansion, a harp and a crown
I've got a mansion ust over the hilltop
In that bright land where we'll never grow old
And someday yonder we will never more wander
But walk the streets that are purest gold
But walk the streets that are purest gold
