Lord, Make Me an Instrument of Thy Peace

Lord, make me an instrument of thy 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;

And all for thy mercy's sake

O divine Master

Grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as o console;

To be understood as to understand;

To be loved as to love;

For it is in giving hat we receive;

It is in pardoning that we are pardoned;

And it is in dying that we are born to eternal life