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