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,
Not so much to be understood, as to understand,
Not so much 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 wake to eternal life.
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,
Not so much to be understood, as to understand,
Not so much 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 wake to eternal life.