Thirty pieces of Silver, For the Lord of life they gave
Thirty pieces of Silver, Only the price of a Slave;
But it was the priestly value, Of the Holy One of God.
They weighed it out in the temple, The price of the Savior’s blood.
Thirty pieces of Silver, Laid in Iscariot’s hand;
Thirty pieces of Silver, And the aid of an armed Band,
Like a lamb that is led to the slaughter, Brought the humble Son of God,
At midnight from the garden, Where His sweat had been like blood.
Thirty pieces of Silver, Burns on the traitor’s brain;
Thirty pieces of Silver, Oh it is hellish gain:
I have sinned and betrayed the guiltless, He cried with a feverish breath
And he cast them down in the Temple, And rushed to a mad man’s death.
Thirty pieces of Silver, Lay in the house of God,
Thirty pieces of Silver, But oh ‘Twas the price of blood;
And so for a place to bury, The strangers in They gave
The price of their own Messiah, Who lay in a borrowed grave.
It may not be for silver, It may not be for gold,
But still by tens of thousands, Is this precious Savior sold.
Sold for a Godless friendship, Sold for a selfish aim,
Sold for a fleeting trifle, Sold for an empty name,
Sold in the mart of Science, Sold in the Seat of Power,
Sold at the Shrine of Fortune, Sold in pleasures lover?
Sold where the awful bargain, None but God can see,
Ponder my Soul the question, Shall He be sold by Thee?
Sold? O God what a moment? Stifled in Consciences’ voice
Sold? But the price of the Savior, To a living coal shall turn,
With the pangs of remorse forever,
Deep in the Soul shall burn.