105.
The rich Man and Lazarus.—Luke, xvi, 19-25.
1 A WORLDING spent each day
In luxury and state,
While a believer lay
A beggar at his gate.
Think not the Lord s appointment strange,
Death made a great and lasting change.
2 Death brought the saint release
From want, disease, and scorn ;
And to the land of peace
His soul, by angels borne,
In Abraham s bosom safely placed,
Enjoys an everlasting feast.
3 The rich man also died,
And in a moment fell
From all his pomp and pride
Into the flames of hell :
The beggar s bliss, from far beheld,
His soul with double anguish fill d.
4 "0, Abra m, send," he cries,
(But his request was vain,)
" The beggar from the skies
To mitigate my pain !
One drop of water I entreat,
To sooth my tongue s tormenting heat.
5 Let all who worldly pelf
And worldly spirits have
Observe, each for himself,
The answer Abra m gave :
" Remember thou wast fill d with good,
While the poor beggar pined for good.
6 " Neglected at thy door,
With tears he begg d his bread ;
But now he weeps no more
His griefs and pains are fled :
His joys eternally will flow,
While thine expire in endless woe.
