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.పరమాత్మ ప్రోక్షణం, పరిపూర్ణ పోషణం ạmsk yạ rb ạ̹ydy كيف أنسى Йюкселсин сеслер tsbyḥ yʿlạlk wyzyd Среди солнечных лучей Gəl Emmanuel أعبدك Мама Ehtiyatla bax
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