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]