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,
It is in pardoning that we are forgiven,
It is in dying that we are born
To eternal life.
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