Lord, make me an instrument of thy 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 recieve; 
 it is in pardoning that we are pardoned; 
 and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life. 

Amen