“Are ye able,” said the Master,
“To be crucified with Me?”
“Yes,” the sturdy dreamers answered,
“To the death we follow Thee.”
“Are ye able?” still the Master
Whispers down eternity,
And heroic spirits answer,
Now, as then in Galilee.
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 faith and loyalty.