LORD,
MAKE ME
AN INSTRUMENT
OF THY PEACE;
Where is hate that I may bring love,
Where is offence that I may bring pardon,
Where is discord that I may bring union,
Where is error that I may bring truth,
Where is doubt that I may bring faith,
Where is despair that I may bring hope,
Where is darkness that I may bring light,
Where is sadness that I may bring joy,
O Master,
make me not so much to be consoled as to console;
not so much to be loved as to love;
not so much to be understood as to understand;
for it's in giving that one receives;
it's in self-forgetfulness that one finds;
it's in pardoning that one is pardoned;
it's in dying that one finds eternal life