Lord make me an instruments 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
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.