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