Many years I've been looking
For a place to call home
But I failed to find it
So I must travel on
I don't care for fine mansions
On earth's sinking sand
Lord, build me 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
That it may ever stand
Where I can just hear the angels
Sing and shake Jesus' hand
Lord, build me a cabin in the corner
Of gloryland
Listen, Lord, I'm not asking
To live in the midst
For I know I'm not worthy
Of such splendor as this
But I'm asking for mercy
While humbly I stand
Lord, build me 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
That it may ever stand
Where I can just hear the angels
Sing and shake Jesus' hand
Lord, build me a cabin in the corner
Of gloryland
I have many loved one's
Who've gone on this way
On the great final morning
Shall I hear them say
"Come and join in the singing
And play in our band"?
Lord, build me 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
That it may ever stand
Where I can just hear the angels
Sing and shake Jesus' hand
Lord, build me a cabin in the corner
Of gloryland