In the great book of John You'll wonder the day When your lain neath the cold clay The angel of death Will come from the sky And claim up your soul When day comes to die The angel of death Comes down after you Can you smile and say That you have been true Can you truthfully say With your dying breath That your ready to meet The angel of death When lights all grow dim And dark shadows creep And your loved ones Are gathered to weep Can you face them and say With your dying breath That your ready to meet The angel of death The angel of death Comes down after you Can you smile and say That you have been true Can you truthfully say With your dying breath That your ready to meet The angel of death That your ready to meet The angel of death