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.مېنىڭ بەختىم سەن ئەيسا Na be no mahareraka Heavenly sunshine Kalbimiz bir Padihşalar iki Isa ózgertshi meni Rends-moi captif, Seigneur Od świtu aż po zmierzch Yesu Ya Yi Mana Yalnız gezerdim, kendimi bilmezdim Spievam vďačnú pieseň chvály
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