"Are ye able," said the Master, "To be crucified with Me?" "Yea," the sturdy dreamers answered "To the death we follow Thee." "Lord, make us 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. "Are ye able," to remember, When a thief lifts up his eyes, That his pardoned soul is worthy Of a place in Paradise? "Lord, make us 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. A beacon, beacon to God, To love and loyalty.
