My eyes are dry, my faith is old, My heart is hard, my prayers are cold; And I know how I ought to be: Alive to You and dead to me. Oh, what can be done for an old heart like mine? Soften it up with oil and wine; The oil is You, Your Spirit of love, Please wash me anew In the wine of Your blood.Jeso Mpanjaka Malaza tokoa Jezus objawił się nam Det finns ingen Gud så stor Esser bimbo è molto bello Je n'ai rien à craindre nʿln ạ̉nk mjyd Juu Yake Langu Shaka O store Gud ماذا أنا أفعل ạlʿạlm ybny̱ wyzrʿ
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