1 “Are ye able,” said the Master, “To be crucified with me?” “Yea,” the sturdy dreamers answered, “To the death we follow Thee.”
REFRAIN: Lord, we are able. Our spirits are Thine. Remold them, make us, Like Thee, divine. Thy guiding radiance Above us shall be A beacon to God, To love, and loyalty.
2 Are ye able to remember, When a thief lifts up his eyes, That his pardoned soul is worthy Of a place in paradise? REFRAIN
3 Are ye able when the shadows Close around you with the sod, To believe that spirit triumphs, To commend your soul to God? REFRAIN
4 “Are ye able?” Still the Master Whispers down eternity, And heroic spirits answer Now, as then, in Galilee. REFRAIN