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.لا تخف لأني أنا معك أنا جيت علشانك ТИ СИ ПРЕВЪЗВИШЕН أدخل لقدس الأقداس БАРАКАТИ ҲОРУН مهما الغيمة День ушел от нас в вечность NUMBERLESS AS THE STANDS OF THE SEA Ҳазрати Исо, Худованди ҷаҳон فقت ربي
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