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.
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, too, in pleasure's bower,
Sold where the awful bargain
None but God's eye can see!
Ponder, my soul the question:
Shall He be sold by thee?