Only a tramp was Lazarus at faith
He, who lay down by the rich man's gate
He begged for crumbs from the rich man to eat
But they left him to die, lying tramp on the street
He was somebody's darlin', he was some mother's son
Once he was fair and once he was young
His mother, she rocked him, her little darlin' to sleep
But they left him to die, lying tramp on the street
Jesus, Who died on Calvary's Tree
Shed His life's blood for you and for me
They pierced His side, His hands, and His feet
But they left Him to die, lying a tramp on the street
He was Mary's own darlin', He was God's chosen Son
Once He was fair and once He was young
Mary, she rocked Him, her little darlin' to sleep
But they left Him to die, lying tramp on the street
If Jesus should come and knock on your door
For a place to come in or bread from your stove
Would you welcome Him in, or turn Him away?
Then God would deny you on the great Judgment Day
He was Mary's own darlin', He was God's chosen Son
Once He was fair and once He was young
Mary, she rocked Him, her little darlin' to sleep
But they left Him to die, lying a tramp on the street
