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.