Jesus Make Up My Dying Bed       (traditional)      I said a prayer    Jesus Christ sat a-weeping   But I meant not to pine   That time receiver now was in my ear   Well that don’t soothe my life   That don’t soothe my eye   Singing Aye, aye, aye    Bring him on up easy   I can’t bring him on up   Aye, aye, aye    No, I can't bring him on up easy   Jesus come make up my dying bed      They was all crying and weeping    And I’m saying   That He ain't Lord   Then they on Friday evening   Yeah found him hanging on a cross   There he was hanging there on a cross      Then on a Friday evening   Hear the Lord weep and moan   Saying his disciples   Carry my body home   Carry my body home   He sang that Lord, Lord, Lord and   I done gone up; I have…   Brang him home, brang him home      I was laying there   I was dead and buried   Somebody said that I was lost   Then when I got down, when I got down in joy   Had to find my man and I did cross   Had to find my man now I did cross   Had to find my man, I did cross      We sang, Aye, aye, aye    Well I done gone over and I…   Well I done gone   Aye, aye, aye   I know that I done gone   He gonna make up my dying bed   Jesus make up my dying bed   Jesus make up my dying, my dying bed