Thirty pieces of silver
'Tis a sad but true story, from the Bible it came And it tells us how Judas sold our Saviour in shame He planned with the council of high priests that day Thirty pieces of silver was the price they would pay Thirty pieces of silver, thirty sheckles of shame Was the price paid for Jesus, on the cross he was slain Betrayed and forsaken, unloved and unclaimed In anger they pierced him, but he died not in vain 'Tis there on the hillside the multitude came And found our dear Saviour, then took him away They smote and they mocked him, thorns were crowned 'round his head And his raiment of purple showed the bloodstation of red Far off in the mountains with face toward the sun Judas begged mercy for what he had done He gave back the silver, for his heart filled with strife Then there in the mountains he took his own life