William Preston Johnston - Dives and Lazarus lyrics

IN royal purple and fine linen clad Dives sat in his lordly banquet hall, And wallowed in his wealth, and thought that all Was gathered there that can the heart make glad; And from his table to a beggar sad There fell some crumbs as he lay at the gate, Sick, sore and bruised, in body and estate-- Then the world pa**ed, and each his portion had. And Dives, thirsting, looked from nether hell To where in Abram's bosom Lazarus lay In peace and comforted, and fell to pray And make his plaint and all his woes to tell. Then Abram answered, "Son, thou hadst thy part, And now this poor one must lie next my heart."