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,

And in pardoning, that we are pardoned,

And it is in dying, that we are born to eternal live. 



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