My Eyes Are Dry
My eyes are dryMy faith is oldMy heart is hardMy prayers are coldAnd I know how I ought to beAlive to You and dead to me
But what can be doneFor an old heart like mineSoften it upWith oil and wineThe oil is You, Your Spirit of lovePlease wash me anewWith the wine of Your Blood
My eyes are dryMy faith is oldMy heart is hardMy prayers are coldAnd I know how I ought to beAlive to You and dead to me
But what can be doneFor an old heart like mineSoften it upWith oil and wineThe oil is You, Your Spirit of lovePlease wash me anewWith the wine of Your Blood