Jesus Gonna Make up My Dyin' Bed

In my time of dying
I don't want nobody to mourn
All I want my friends to do
Come and fold my dying arms

Well, well, well
So I can die easy
Well, well, well
Well, well, well
So I can die easy
Jesus gonna make up my dying bed

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, well
Won't you meet me Jesus?
Well, well, well
Well, 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
I'm gonna turn my troubles over
I done made it to the promised land

Well, well, well
I done crossed over
Well, well, well
Well, well, well
I done crossed over
Jesus gonna make up my dying bed

Ever since I been acquainted with Jesus
We haven't been a minute apart
He placed a receiver in my head
And put religion in my heart

Well, well, well
I can ring up Jesus
Well, well, well
Well, well, well
I can ring up Jesus
Jesus gonna make up my dying bed

Jesus gonna make up my dying bed