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.I giorni miei del cuore 主每早晨 مش ممكن يرتاح قلبك The Stars fy ạllyl ạlsạkt Буюк Худо مەن سىلەر بىلەن ھەمىشە تۇراي mạdmt rby قۇدايىم ۇلكەن، قۇدىرەتتى Онун гиби дириледжеиз
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