Come and taste, along with me, The weary pilgrim's consolation; Boundless mercy running free, The earnest of complete salvation: Joy and peace in Christ I find, My heart to Him is all resigned; The fullness of His pow'r I prove, The sweetness of redeeming love; Jesus is the pilgrim's portion, Love as boundless as the ocean. When the world or flesh would rise, And strive to draw me from my Saviour; Strangers slight, or friends despise, I then more highly prize His favor. Friends, believe me when I tell, If Christ be present, all is well; The world and flesh in vain may rise, I all their efforts do despise: In the world I've tribulation, But in Christ I've consolation.