In My Time of Dying

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 (well, well, well)

So I can die easy (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, well)

Won't you meet me Jesus? (Well, well, well)

Won't you meet me Jesus? (Well, well, well)

Won't you meet me Jesus? Jesus gonna make up my dying bed

Now 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)

Well I done crossed over (well, well, well)

Well I done crossed over (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 (well, well, well)

I can ring up my Jesus (well, well, well)

I can ring up my Jesus, Jesus gonna make up my dying bed

Now I'm going on down to the river

Stick my sword up in the sand

I'm gonna shout my troubles over Lord, I done made it to the promised land (well, well, well)

I done crossed over (well, well, well)

I done crossed over (well, well, well)

I done crossed over, Jesus gonna make up my dying bed