| G | D | |
| My | eyes are | dry |
| C | G | |
| My | faith is | old |
| Am | Em | |
| My | heart is | hard |
| D | |
| My | prayers are cold. |
| G | D | C | G | |
| And | I know | how I | ought to | be. |
| Am | Em | D | G |
| Alive to | you and | dead to | me. |
| G | C | C | Bm | Am | G |
| Oh, what can be | done for an | old | heart | like | mine. |
| D | G | |
| Soften it | up with oil and | wine. |
| C | C | Bm | Am | C | |
| The oil is | you, Your | Spir | it | of | love |
| D | |
| Please wash me a | new in |
| C | G | |
| The | wine of Your | blood. |