"Are ye able," said the Master, "To be crucified with me?" "Yea," the sturdy dreamers answered, "To the death we follow Thee." 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. Are ye able to remember, When a thief lifts up his eyes, That his pardoned soul is worthy Of a place in paradise? Are ye able when the shadows Close around you with the sod, To believe that spirit triumphs, To commend your soul to God? "Are ye able?" Still the Master Whispers down eternity, And heroic spirits answer Now, as then, in Galilee.Иса, сүйем Сені Huzur Buldum Isa'da Хайрын гэрэл тань Shattanaıyq barlyǵymyz 你们要开垦荒地 Нони ҳаёт Ҝизлəт мəни Rab İyidir, Sevgisi Sonsuzdur fy mḥḍr شكلن في
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