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Contemporary |
My eyes are dry, my faith is old
My heart is hard And my prayers are cold
But I know how I
Ought to be Alive to You And dead to me
So what can be done
With 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 |