In which God smashed his carapace
Of human virtue he could see
That all had been achieved through grace.
As he looked forward to his end
With sufferings he would have to face
He was assured he could depend
On the sufficiency of grace.
And as he knelt within his cell
And found Christ's presence filled the place,
Already knowing all was well,
He gloried in abundant grace.
So his last blessing to the saints
When writing truths that were sublime
Or help against the world's constraints
Was”grace be with you” every time.