My Eyes Are Dry

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.
What can be done
To 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.
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.
What can be done
To 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.