When the soul is weary; it is by grace alone 

Though the soul still stirs up tears; it is by grace alone 

When sudden terror befalls; it is by grace alone 

Like a treacherous friend digging into the past pains of bitterness; it is by grace alone 

When time is motionless as a still borne; it is by grace alone 

Though progress seems little, and life sighs no signs of acquittal; it is by grace alone 

When trust has been uprooted; it is by grace alone 

Like fangs of death panting through feathered walls; it is by grace alone 

When war besieges hope; it is by grace alone 

Though hope may turn into hopelessness; it is by grace alone 

When wickedness steals the hearts of men; it is by grace alone 

Like ravenous wolves howling joyous symphonies; it is by grace alone 

When I am troubled by this world; it is by grace alone 

Though my knees shutter in weakness, and laughter ceases in seasons; it is by grace alone 

When the love for my neighbour fades quickly; it is by grace alone 

Like rivers of deserts flowing into pools of dust; it is by grace alone 

When all is done and said, and my last breath is before me; it is by grace alone 

Though men may celebrate my passing with claps of envy; it is by grace alone 

When life and death release their hold on my soul; it is by grace alone 

Like a comforted child out of the womb; it is by the grace of Christ alone