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.

Good 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,
it is in dying that we are born
to eternal life.
Amen.