I was standing by the bedside of a neighbor   Who was bound to cross Jordan's swelling tide   And I asked him if he would do me a favor   And kindly take this message to the other side   If you see my Savior tell Him that you saw me   Ah, and when you saw me I was on my way   When you reach that golden city think about me   And don't forget to tell the Savior what I said   Though you have to make this journey on without me   Oh, that's a debt that sooner or later must be paid   Well, you may see some old friends who may ask about me   Oh, tell them I am coming home someday