Jesus Make Up My Dying Bed

I said a prayer

Jesus Christ sat a-weeping

But I meant not to pine

That time receiver now was in my ear

Well that don’t soothe my life

That don’t soothe my eye

Singing Aye, aye, aye

Bring him on up easy

I can’t bring him on up

Aye, aye, aye

No, I can't bring him on up easy

Jesus come make up my dying bed

They was all crying and weeping

And I’m saying

That He ain't Lord

Then they on Friday evening

Yeah found him hanging on a cross

There he was hanging there on a cross

Then on a Friday evening

Hear the Lord weep and moan

Saying his disciples

Carry my body home

Carry my body home

He sang that Lord, Lord, Lord and

I done gone up; I have…

Brang him home, brang him home

I was laying there

I was dead and buried

Somebody said that I was lost

Then when I got down, when I got down in joy

Had to find my man and I did cross

Had to find my man now I did cross

Had to find my man, I did cross

We sang, Aye, aye, aye

Well I done gone over and I…

Well I done gone

Aye, aye, aye

I know that I done gone

He gonna make up my dying bed

Jesus make up my dying bed

Jesus make up my dying, my dying bed