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;
and where there is sadness, joy.
 
Lord, grant that I may seek to console rather than be consoled,
to understand rather than to be understood,
to love rather than to be loved.
For it is in the giving that we receive,
in self-forgetfulness, that we find our true selves,
in forgiving that we are forgiven,
in dying that we are raised up to life everlasting.