Baskadia

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.