Jesus gonna make up my dying bed Now 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, dying will be easy well, well, well Well, well, well dying will be 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 bring me another pair Well, well, well won’t you meet me Jesus well. Well. Well Well, well, well dying will be easy Jesus gonna make up my dying bed Since me and Jesus got married, never been a minute apart With the receiver in my hand, true religion in my heart Well, well, well I can ring him up easy well, well, well Well, well, well dying will be easy Jesus gonna make up my dying bed Going on down to the river, stick my sword up in the sand Gonna shout my troubles over lord, done made it to the promise land Well, well, well, done crossed over well, well, well Well, well, well dying will be easy Jesus gonna make up my dying bed The disciples on Good Friday, weeping and feeling lost They despised the Amen hanging on the cross Well, well, well hanging there in misery well, well, well Well, well, well dying will be easy Jesus gonna make up my dying bed They despised Sweet Jesus, made Martha and Mary moan Jesus said to his disciples come on take my Mother home Well, well, well dying will be easy well, well well Well, well, well dying will be easy Jesus gonna make up my dying bed When I’m dead and buried, someone may say he was lost When I get down to the Jordan, Jesus bear my body across Well, well, well done gone over well, well, well Well, well, well dying will be easy Jesus gonna make up my dying bed