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;

          And it is in dying     

          That we are born to eternal life.