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
He shall forever live,
But thou art cast away and shall
Great pain and sorrow have.
“And there’s the gulf impassable
’Tis placed ’twixt thee and me,
I cannot call thee out from thence,
Nor send him down to thee.”
The rich man said, “I therefore
That thou wouldst Lazarus send,
Unto my brethren five at home,
To warn them of my end.”
He answer’d, “No, they have
And Prophets often read;
If they’re not warn’d, they’ll not believe
Though one rose from the dead.”
How sad it is to live in sin,
And spend our fleeting breath
In vanity, so when God calls
We’re unprepared for death.
Let us love God with all our hearts,
And lean upon his Word,
That after death we all may reign
Forever with the Lord.
THE PRODIGAL SON.
“There’s joy divine,”
the Saviour said,
“Among the bless’d in Heaven,
When one on earth of sin repents,
And feels his sin forgiven.”
There was a man who had two sons;
The younger to him said,
“Give me the share that falls to me;”
And he division made.
And soon the younger son prepared
To leave his father’s home,
And all the comforts he enjoy’d,
Out o’er the world to roam.
How many children leave their home
To wander far and wide,
To roam o’er hill and desert far,
Or on the foaming tide.
But still they feel, whate’er they
Wherever they may roam,
Whatever pleasures they may have,
There is no place like home.
The younger son took all he had,
And soon the whole was spent;
A famine rising in the land,
He soon began to want.
He therefore went and hired himself
Unto a citizen;
And out into the field he went
To feed his master’s swine.
And he was hungry; hunger came
So pressing that he fain
Would have partaken of the husks
With which he fed the swine.
And there he came unto himself,
And thought upon his home,
“I plenty had when I was there,
To what am I now come?