Lord, make me an instrument of Thy peace,
Where there is hatred,
Let me sow love;
Where there is injury,
pardon;
Where there is doubt,
faith;
Where there is despair,
hope;
Where there is darkness,
light and
Where there is sadness,
joy.
O Devine Master,
grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console;
To be understood as to understand;
To beloved as to love.
For it is in giving that we receive;
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
and It is in dying that we are born to eternal life.