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.Ey Gel, Mesih, İmanuel Много в мире путей и дорог JERUSALEM, MY HAPPY HOME О братья стойте верно Върху твърд камък аз стоя Toi, Seigneur mon secours He will do it again أبي ضللت ھەمدۇسانا نامىڭغا Speak O Lord
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