Good Friday

Peter and James and John,
The sad tale runneth on —
All slept and Thee forgot;
One said he knew Thee not.

Peter and James and John,
The sad tale runneth on —
I am that one, the three;
Thus have I done to Thee.

Under a garden wall,
I lay at evenfall;
I waked. Thou calledst me;
I had not watched with Thee.

Peter and James and John,
The sad tale runneth on —
By the priest's fagot hot,
I said I knew Thee not.

The little maid spake out:
"With Him thou wentest about."
"This Man I never met—"
I hear the cock crow yet.