Jesus Gonna Make Up My Dyin' Bed

Now in the time of dying I don't want nobody to moan All I want my friends to do Come and fold my dying arms Whoa Whoa well so I can die easy Whoa Whoa well so I can die easy Whoa Whoa 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 Whoa whoa well won't you meet me Jesus Whoa whoa well won't you meet me Jesus Whoa whoa well won't you meet me Jesus Jesus gonna make up my dying bed I'm goin' on down to the river Stick my sword up in the sand Gonna shout my trouble's over Lord I've done made it to the Promised Land Whoa whoa well I've done crossed over Whoa whoa well I've done crossed over Whoa whoa well I've 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 hands True religion in my heart Whoa whoa well I can ring up my Jesus Whoa whoa well I can ring up my Jesus Whoa whoa well I can ring up Jesus Jesus gonna make up my dying bed Goin' on down to the river Stick my sword up in the sand Gonna shout my trouble's over I've done made it to the Promised Land Whoa whoa well I've done crossed over Whoa whoa well I've done crossed over Whoa whoa Jesus gonna make up my dying bed