He asked if I for him would die;
The flesh was weak; my blood ran chill;
But the free spirit cried “I will.”
13. Then in a moment to my view
The stranger started from disguise;
The tokens in his hands I knew;
The Savior stood before mine eyes.
14. He spake—and my poor name he named—
“Of me thou hast not been ashamed;
These deeds shall thy memorial be;