- “Are ye able” said the Master,
“To be crucified with Me?”
“Yea,” the conquering christians answered.
“To the death we follow Thee,”
Chorus:
Lord, we are able, our Spirits are Thine,
Remould them, make us like Thee, divine:
Thy guiding radiance above us shall be,
A beacon to God, to love and loyalty.
- O heart! thou joy of saints on high!
Thou hope of sinners here.
Attracted by those loving words,
To thee I lift my prayer. - Wash thou my wounds in that dear blood
Which forth from thee doth flow;
New grace, new hope inspire, a new
And better heart bestow.