All your money won't help you get through the great gates of heaven

All your power cannot help you over there

If you find you've been living here for the almighty dollar

You'll never have a mansion over there



Just like the rich man who wouldn't give a crumb from his table

He found in the end from God he couldn't run

He found himself in the depths of hell looking up at poor Lazarus

Crying just a drop of water to cool my tongue



There's been many a man who's had it all in this life

Thought he had it under control

In the end he found himself begging for God's mercy

In the end he found he'd lost his soul



There is victory ahead for those who hear and listen

Who trust in God in spite of great despair

For Jesus is our shield and our great high tower

And he promised to deliver us with prayer



Just like when Lazarus reached heaven and he looked down at the rich man

Who had no hope when his race was run

He stood down there in the depths of hell looking up at poor Lazarus

Crying just a drop of water to cool my tongue