Lord, make me an instrument of Thy peace.

Where there is hatred, let me sow love.

Where there is injury, pardon.

Where there is darkness, light.

Where there is sadness, joy.

Where there is doubt, faith.

And where there is despair, hope.

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 forgiving that we are pardoned.

And it is in dying that we are born to Eternal Life.