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;
Where there is sadness . . . joy.
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 in dying, that we are born to eternal life.