##(Verse 1)
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.

##(Verse 2)
 Oh, what can be
 done for an
 old
 heart
 like
 mine?
Soften it
 up with oil and
 wine;
The oil is
 You, Your Sp
irit
 of
 love,
Please wash me 
anew
In the
 wine of Your
 blood.