O Lord, make me an instrument of thy peace, Where there is hatred, let me sow love; Where there is injury, pardon; Where there is discord, harmony; Where there is doubt, faith; Where there is despair, hope; Where there is darkness, light; Where there is sorrow, 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; It is in pardoning that we are pardoned; It is in dying that we are born to eternal life.