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.
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;