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 the 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.
It is dying that we are born to eternal life.