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This is looking from the first lane to my house |
This is the view from my house back out the lane. |
MY House..... It was a foggy morning I took these Oct 18, 2006
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The view from my back door
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Mansion Over The Hilltop Lyrics and Composer: Ira F.
Stanphill, 1014 |
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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 someday yonder we will never more wander, But walk the streets that are purest gold. Tho' often tempted, tormented and tested And, like the prophet, my pillow a stone, And tho' I find here no permanent dwelling, I know He'll give me a mansion my own. 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 think 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 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. |
I hope you enjoyed your visit to my real home.