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MEDIÆVAL HYMNS.
And hadst pointed Judas out
By the morsel meted:
And unto Gethsemane,
After, hadst retreated.
Prostrate fell the Lord of all
Where He had proceeded;
That the cup might pass away
Earnestly He pleaded:
But unto His Father's Will
That His own conceded:
And forthwith a Sweat of Blood
O'er His Members speeded.
After that the Traitor's Kiss
Judas came to proffer:
"Wherefore com'st thou, frind?" the Lord
Saith unto the scoffer:
"Thou to Him Whom thou hast sold
Salutation offer?
Thou, who hadst the price of Blood
From His murderers' coffer?"
All the weary livelong night
Neither rest nor sleeping:
Armed bands of soldiery
