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.جۉرۅگۉم مۇزدابا Листки календаря Srdce plné vděčnosti You Are Beautiful ly ạ̉b by yʿtny Как устали в пути мои ноги идти Senin Gibisi Yok خليك فاكر О чем молчал Голгофский крест كىمدىن سۅزۉنۅ
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