This Worlds A Wilderness Of Woe
Is there anybody here who loves my Jesus?
Anybody here who loves my Lord?
I want to know if you love my Jesus;
I want to know if you love my Lord.
This world’s a wilderness of woe,
so let us all to glory go. [Refrain]
Religion is a blooming rose,
And none but them who feel it know. [Refrain]
when I was blind and could not see,
King Jesus brought the light to me. [Refrain]
When every star refuse to shine,
I know King Jesus will be mine. [Refrain]
Folk Songs of the American Negro (No. ),