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.Рухуң айдымы Иса Сен біздің арамыздасың Mä lähteellä elämän ywm wrạ ywm wrạ ywm تراك 6 Gun be Gun بيتك يا رب Տեսնում եմ Քեզ Не стремись земли великие дела творить Pošli, Pane, svojho Ducha
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