Ira P. Stanphill
Mansion over the hilltop
I'm satisfied with just a cottage below. 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 some day yonder we will never more wander. But walk on streets that are purest gold. Don't think me poor or deserted or lonely. I'm not discouraged I’m heaven bound. I'm but...
