At his gate lay a poor man named Lazarus, full of sores.@Luke 16:20
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Ralph Vaughan Williams (1872-1958)

Traditional English carol, possibly from Herefordshire.

Dilwyn English melody, arranged by Ralph Vaughan Williams, circa 1920 ( pdf nwc).

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Lazarus and the Rich Man
Gustave Doré (1832-1883)

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 down
And 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 hell
For wicked men like thee.

Then Divès looked up with his eyes
And saw poor Lazarus blest;
Give me one drop of water, brother Lazarus,
To quench my flaming thirst.

O, was I now but alive again
The space of one half hour!
O, that I had my peace again
Then the devil should have no power.