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 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.
