Lord, make me an instrument of your 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;
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.