Classic Poem

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.
Religion is a blooming rose,
And none but them who feel it know.

When I was blind and could not see,
King Jesus brought the light to me.

When ev'ry star refuses to shine,
I know King Jesus will be mine.