| Lord, Build Me A Cabin In Glory
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| Many years I’ve been looking for a place to call home,
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| But I’ve failed here to find it, so I must travel on;
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| I don’t care for fine mansions on earth’s sinking sand,
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| Lord, build me a cabin in the corner of glory land.
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| (Chorus)
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| Yes, build me just a cabin in the corner of glory land,
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| In the shade of the tree of life that it may ever stand;
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| Where I can just hear the angels sing, and shake Jesus' hand.
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| Lord, build me a cabin in the corner of gloryland.
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| Blessed Lord, I’m not asking to live in the midst,
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| For I know I’m not worthy of such splendor as this,
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| But I’m asking for mercy while humbly I stand,
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| Lord, build me a cabin in the corner of gloryland.
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| (Chorus)
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| I have many dear loved ones who have gone on this way,
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| On that great final morning, shall I hear them all say,
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| Come and join in our singing and play in our band?
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| Lord, build me a cabin in the corner of gloryland.
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| (Chorus) |