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Mansion Over The Hilltop

Key - C
Tempo - 58

Verse 1

I'm satis -

fied with

just a cottage be -

low

A little

silver and a little

gold

But in that

city

where the ransomed will

shine

I want a

gold one that's silver

lined

Chorus

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 on

streets that are purest

gold

Verse 2

Though often

tempted

tormented and

tested

And like the

prophet my pillow's a

stone

And though I

find here

no permanent

dwelling

I know He'll

give me a mansion my

own

Verse 3

Don't think me

poor or

deserted or

lonely

I'm not dis -

couraged I'm heaven

bound

I'm just a

pilgrim

in search of a

city

I want a

mansion a harp and a

crown

{title: Mansion Over The Hilltop}
{artist: Ira Stanphill}
{key: C}
{time: 4/4}
{tempo: 58}

{comment: Verse 1}
I'm satis - [C]fied with  [F] just a cottage be - [C]low
A little [G7]silver and a little [C]gold
But in that [C]city    [F] where the ransomed will [C]shine
I want a [G7]gold one that's silver [C]lined  [F]  [C]

{comment: Chorus}
I've got a [F]mansion just over the [C]hilltop
In that bright [G7]land where we'll never grow [C]old
And someday [F]yonder we will never more [C]wander
But walk on [G7]streets that are purest [C]gold  [F]  [C]

{comment: Verse 2}
Though often [C]tempted    [F] tormented and [C]tested
And like the [G7]prophet my pillow's a [C]stone
And though I [C]find here  [F] no permanent [C]dwelling
I know He'll [G7]give me a mansion my [C]own  [F]  [C]

{comment: Verse 3}
Don't think me [C]poor or  [F] deserted or [C]lonely
I'm not dis - [G7]couraged I'm heaven [C]bound
I'm just a [C]pilgrim    [F] in search of a [C]city
I want a [G7]mansion a harp and a [C]crown  [F]  [C]

I'm satis - fied with   just a cottage be - low
A little silver and a little gold
But in that 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 on streets that are purest gold    

Though often tempted     tormented and tested
And like the prophet my pillow's a stone
And though I find here   no permanent dwelling
I know He'll give me a mansion my own    

Don't think me poor or   deserted or lonely
I'm not dis - couraged I'm heaven bound
I'm just a pilgrim     in search of a city
I want a mansion a harp and a crown

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