O the sweetness that flows,
From the foot of Calvary’s tree.
A taste so sweet for him who knows,
The joy of forgiveness full and free.
Coursing through this dead spirit,
Tapped into the well of Jesus’ love,
Flows a sap of sweetest merit,
Raising from death to life above.
Lord, fill me with Your sweetness,
Make me know Your love and grace.
Teach me humble and gentle meekness,
A reflection of my Savior's face.
What wonder fills this soul of mine,
That my God would love me so.
His grace amazing, His mercy sublime,
Sustaining, protecting from every foe.
This great tree a monument stands,
Of the wonder of Your hands.
Let me also a monument be,
Of Your mercy full and free.
Deane Wassink
February, 2005