Lord, make me an instrument of Your peace.

Lord, make me an instrument of Your peace.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love.
Where there injury... pardon.
Where there is discord... union.
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,
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned,
And it is in dying that we are born into eternal life.