Mansions Over Hilltops

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I don’t want a mansion over a hilltop
I don’t demand a mansion over a hilltop
You don’t owe me a mansion over a hilltop

You are my mansion
You are my anthem
Gazing forever upon Your radiant glory
In Your presence is heaven

I don’t want a robe and crown
I don’t demand a robe and crown
You don’t owe me a robe and crown

You are my robe
My only hope
Gazing eternally on the crown of thorns You wore for me
Being clothed in You is heaven

I don’t want golden streets and precious stones
I don’t demand golden streets and precious stones
You don’t owe me golden streets and precious stones

You are my gold
You saved my soul
Gazing perpetually upon Your dazzling beauty
Being Your living stone is heaven

A mansion though may be
A robe and crown though may be
Gold and stones though may be
Nevertheless, You are heaven to me

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