'Tis I

'Tis I, betraying Thee, oh Son of Man,
Exchanging life and soul for silver's shine.
'Tis I, denying Thee, in front of man,
In dark, declaring not to be of Thine.
At night the garden slept; Thy Body bled.
The steps of soldiers came with sword for Thee.
Disrobed, empty, fruitless, I thence fled;
In shadows walking, parted I from Thee.
The Cross of Christ is come, is rais'd on high.
Thine own belov'd beholds, receiving her.
His own he makes the woman, but not I.
Mine habitation stands apart from her.
  Bestow Thy grace on me, a slave, as friend
  And son and brother life on earth to end.