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