Jesus Is a Dying Bed Maker

When I'm called up yonder in my dying bed
 I want my friends to be bold
 All I'd ask you to do for me—
 Go & lay me on the cooling board
 Oh well, well, I'm gonna stretch out on him
 I'm gonna stretch out on him
 Stretch out on him
 Jesus gonna make up my dying...
 When my heart stops beating and my hands turn cold
 Blood stops running on
 Take my hand, take all my wealth
 Take everything I've done
 Oh well, well, hard teacher
 He's a hard teacher
 Hard teacher
 Jesus gonna make up my dying bed
 Well meet me Jesus, meet me up
 Meet me in the middle of the air
 If these wings should fail me, lord,
 Won't you meet me with another pair
 Oh well, well, on my journey
 I'm on my journey
 On my journey
 Jesus gonna make up my dying bed
 When I'm called up yonder in my dying bed
 I want my friends to be bold
 All I'd ask you to do for me—
 Go & lay me on the cooling board
 Oh well, well, gonna stretch out on him
 Gonna stretch out on him
 Stretch out on him
 Jesus gonna make up my dying
 Jesus gonna make up my dyin bed