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 sadness, joy.
O Divine Master grant that I may no so
much seek to be comforted as to comfort,
to be understood as to understand,
to be loved as to love.
Because it is in giving that we receive, it is in pardoning that we are pardoned, and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.