I was standing by the bedside of a neighbor Who was bound to cross Jordan's swelling tide And I asked him if he would do me a favor And kindly take this message to the other side If you see my Savior tell Him that you saw me Ah, and when you saw me I was on my way When you reach that golden city think about me And don't forget to tell the Savior what I said Though you have to make this journey on without me Oh, that's a debt that sooner or later must be paid Well, you may see some old friends who may ask about me Oh, tell them I am coming home someday