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In My Time Of Dying lyrics

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
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, won t you meet me jesus
jesus gonna make up my dying bed

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 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
jesus gonna make up my dying bed
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