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