Lord, make me an instrument
of your peace;
Where there is hatred,
let me sow love;
Where there is injury, pardon;
Where there is discord, harmony;
Where there is doubt, faith;
Where there is despair, hope;
Where there is darkness, light;
And where there is sadness, joy.
O Divine Master,
Grant that I may not
so much seek to be consoled
as to console;
To be understood as
to understand;
To be loved, 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.