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154 1 A WORLDING spent each day In luxury and state, While a believer lay A beggar at his gate. Think not the Lord s appointment strange, Death made a great and lasting change.

2 Death brought the saint release From want, disease, and scorn ; And to the land of peace His soul, by angels borne, In Abraham s bosom safely placed, Enjoys an everlasting feast.

3 The rich man also died, And in a moment fell From all his pomp and pride Into the flames of hell : The beggar s bliss, from far beheld, His soul with double anguish fill d.

4 &quot;0, Abra m, send,&quot; he cries, (But his request was vain,) &quot; The beggar from the skies To mitigate my pain ! One drop of water I entreat, To sooth my tongue s tormenting heat.

5 Let all who worldly pelf And worldly spirits have Observe, each for himself, The answer Abra m gave : &quot; Remember thou wast fill d with good, While the poor beggar pined for good.

6 &quot; Neglected at thy door, With tears he begg d his bread ; But now he weeps no more His griefs and pains are fled : His joys eternally will flow, While thine expire in endless woe.