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.Мой брат пора уж пробудиться Breakthrough lykn nwr Zatlieskaj Pánovi في الخوف إنت سلامي تليفون السما tdẖkr yạ ḥbyby Как Ты нужен мне ʿạyzyn yạ rb Lásky plní Serafíni
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