Lord, Make me an instrument of your 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 Divine Master, Grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled As to console; To be understood as to understand; To be 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.