Well in my time of dying
I don't want nobody to moan
all I want my friends to do
come and fold my dying arms
well, well, well so I can die easy
jesus gonna make up my dying bed
won't you meet me jesus, meet me
won't you meet me in the middle of the air
and if these wings should fail me lord
won't you meet me with another pair
well, well, won't you meet me jesus
jesus gonna make up my dying bed
i'm going on down to the river
stick my sword up in the sand
gonna shout my troubles over lord
I done made it to the promised land
well, well, well I done crossed over
jesus gonna make up my dying bed
ever since i've been acquainted with jesus
we haven't been a minute apart
he placed the receiver in my ear
threw religion in my heart
well, well, well I can ring up my jesus
jesus gonna make up my dying bed
