Lord, make me an instrument of thy peace,
Where there is hatred, let me show 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;
Oh, 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 recieve;
It is in pard'ning that we are pardoned.
It is in dying that we are born. To eternal life..
