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|The New Judas|
Thee, Christ, I sought to sell all day|
And hurried to the mart to hold
A hundred heavy coins of gold
And lo! they would not pay.
But “thirty pieces of silver” cried|
(Thine ancient price), and I agreed,
Six for each of the wounds that bleed
In hands and feet and side.
“Including cross and crown” we priced,|
Is now their claim and I refuse,
I will not bargain all to lose,
I will not sell Thee, Christ!
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