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