and at his gate laid a beggar named Lazarus
his sores.
and Earth are full of thy glory)
"am I my brother's keeper?"
covered with sores and longing to eat what fell from
                          Oh that I had in the desert a lodging
                                   (Heaven and Earth are full of 
                                              May the Lord call David's
the rich man's table.  Even the dogs came and licked
place for travelers that I might leave my people
thy glory)  Pleni sunt coeli et terra
enemies to account.
his sores.
and go away from them.
gloria tua  Sanctus Sanctus   Sanctus
                   My         Brothers Keeper
                   Even       the          dogs             licked his sores.
                   Leave      my          people

Congregation:

His winnowing fork is in his hand to clear his
threshing floor and to gather the wheat into his
barn, but he will burn up the chaff with fire. Amen.

The Poor:

	if it isn't one thing, it's another
		you know
	if it isn't one thing, it's another
		you know
	if it isn't one thing, it's another
		you know.

Leader:

Two things I ask of you, O Lord;
 do not refuse me before I die:

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