I WILL not count the years—there are days too— And to-night again I have said "What if you should be lying dead?" Well, if it were so, I could only lay my head Quietly on the pillow of my bed Thinking of Him on whom poor sufferers cried Suffering Himself so much before He died: And then of Judas walking three years by His side— How Judas kissed Him—how He was crucified. Always when I see you I see those two; Oh! God it is true We do not, all of us, know what we do; But Judas knew.
