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