Well, in my time of dyin′
Don't want nobody to mourn.
All I want for you to do is
Jesus gonna make up, Jesus gonna make up,
Jesus gonna make up my dying bed.
Well, meet me, Jesus, meet me,
Meet me in the middle of the air.
If these wings should fail me, Lord,
Won′t you meet me with another pair,
Jesus gonna make up, Jesus gonna make up,
Jesus gonna make up my dying bed.
Lord, in my time of dying
Don't want nobody to cry,
Jesus gonna make up, Jesus gonna make up,
Jesus gonna make up my dying bed