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.Kutsal Ruh Ateşinle Gel رِب بیزینگ بیلِن بُل سِن Аллелуя, Адонай مابتنساش Հայաստան عندى إيمان فى قلبى 在你的身边有一座祈祷山 Церковь Спаситель невестой избрал wqt ạlsẖdẗ wwqt ạlḍyq إلقاء 6
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