Lord,

Make me an instrument of your peace

Where there is hatred let me show love

Where there is injury, pardon

Where there is despair, hope

Where there is darkness, light

Where there is sorrow, joy

Oh Divine Master let me not so much seek to be consoled as to console

To be understood as to understand

To be loved as to love.

For we all know that it is in giving that we receive,

Pardoning that we are pardoned,

And dying to self that we receive eternal life.