Only a tramp was Lazurus' sad fate, he who laid down at the rich man's gate   He begged for the crumbs from the rich man to eat   He was only a tramp found dead on the street   He was some mother's darling he was some mother's son   Once he was fair and once he was young   Some mother rocked him her darling to sleep   But they left him to die like a tramp on the street   Jesus he died on Calvary's tree he shed his life's blood for you and for me   They pierced his sides his hands and his feet   Then they left him to die like a tramp on the street   If Jesus should come and knock your door   For a place to come in or bread from your store   Would you welcome him in or turn him away   Then God would deny you on that great judgement day   He was Mary's own darling he was God's chosen son   Once he was fair and once he was young   Mary she rocked him her darling to sleep   But they left him to die like a tramp on the street