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 receive,
In pardoning, that we are pardoned -
In dying, that we are born to eternal life.

A friend to many,
a helper to all.