It came to pass the poor man died,
And he was borne away,
In Abraham's bosom, to rejoice
In an eternal day.

And soon the rich man also died,
His death was one of gloom,
But he was robed in pomp, and laid
Within a costly tomb.

In hell he lifted up his eyes,
And seeing Abraham,
With Lazarus in his bosom, cried,
And call'd him by his name,

And said, "O! father Abraham,
I am with anguish wrung,
Send Lazarus, that with water, he
May cool my parched tongue."

But Abraham said, "Remember, son,
That thou hadst thy good things,
When thou didst live, and Lazarus
Had nought but evil things.

"And now he's comforted, and here
He shall forever live,
But thou art cast away and shall
Great pain and sorrow have.