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 meOh 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 BloodMy 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 meOh 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