Lord, Make me an instrument of your peace; Where there is hatred let me sow love; Where there is injury, pardon; Where there is discord, harmony; Where there is error, truth; Where there is doubt, faith; Where there is despair, hope; Where there is darkness, light; And where there is sadness, joy
O Divine Master, Grant that I may Not seek so much 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.