As it fell out upon one day,Rich Divès made a feast,And he invited all his friends,And gentry of the best.
Then Lazarus laid him down and downAnd down at Divès’ door:“Some meat and drink, brother, Diverus,Bestow upon the poor.”
“Thou’rt none of my brothers, Lazarus,That liest begging at my door;No meat, nor drink will I give thee,Nor bestow upon the poor.”
Then Lazarus laid him down and down,All under Divès’ wall:“Some meat, some drink, brother Diverus,For hunger starve I shall.”
“Thou’rt none of my brothers, Lazarus,That liest begging at my gate;No meat, no drink will I give thee,For Jesus Christ His sake.”
Then Divès sent out his hungry dogs,To bite him as he lay;They hadn’t the power to bite one bite,But licked his sores away.
Then Divès sent to his merry men,To worry poor Lazarus away;They’d not the power to strike one stroke,But flung their whips away.
As it fell out upon one day,Poor Lazarus sickened and died;There came two angels out of heaven,His soul therein to guide.
“Rise up! rise up! brother Lazarus,And go along with me;For you’ve a place prepared in heaven,To sit on an angel’s knee.”
As it fell out upon one day,Rich Divès sickened and died;There came two serpents out of hell,His soul therein to guide.
“Rise up! rise up! brother Diverus,And come along with me;There is a place provided in hellFor wicked men like thee.”
Then Divès looked up with his eyesAnd saw poor Lazarus blest;“Give me one drop of water, brother Lazarus,To quench my flaming thirst.”
“O, was I now but alive againThe space of one half hour!O, that I had my peace againThen the devil should have no power.”
My latest sun is sinking fast,My race is nearly run;My strongest trials now are past,My triumph is begun.
O come, angel band,Come and around me stand;O bear me away on your snowy wingsTo my eternal home;O bear me away on your snowy wingsTo my eternal home.
I know I’m near the holy ranksOf friends and kindred dear,For I hear the waves on Jordan’s banks,The crossing must be near.
I’ve almost reached my heav’nly home,My spirit loudly sings;Thy holy ones, behold, they come!I hear the noise of wings.
O bear my longing heart to Him,Who bled and died for me;Whose blood now cleanses from all sin,And gives me victory.
When I have finished my journey on earth,Ended my labor of love,When I am waiting for Jesus to say,“Haste to thy mansion above.”
Will they come? Will they come?Say, will the angels come,And to Jesus carry me home?Will they come? Will they come?Say, will the angels come,And to Jesus carry me home?
When I am breathing my latest farewell,Parting from all that is dear,When on my pillow I wearily turn,Say, will the angels be near?
When, as I gaze from the threshold of time,Fainter and fainter the light,Softer and softer the voices I hear,Bidding my spirit good night.
Yes; they will come from the bright, sunny land,Come on their pinions so fair;Jesus will send them its glory to tell,Angels will carry me there.