Many years I've been searching for a place to call home
Standing in the shade of death with tears of my home
I don't want a fine mansion on earth's sinking sand
Lord build me just a cabin in the corner of gloryland
Lord build me a cabin in the corner of Gloryland
In the shade of the Tree of Life where it may ever stand
Where I can hear the angels sing and shake my dear Lord's hand
Lord build me just a cabin in the corner of gloryland
Blessed Lord, I'm not asking to stand in the midst
For I know I'm not worthy of such splendor as this
All I'm asking is for mercy, for humbly I stand
Lord build me just a cabin in the corner of gloryland
Lord build me a cabin in the corner of Gloryland
In the shade of the Tree of Life where it may ever stand
Where I can hear the angels sing and shake my dear Lord's hand
Lord build me just a cabin in the corner of gloryland