Lord makes me an instrument of your peace Where there is a hatred. let me show 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; O divine master,Grand that I may not so much sick; 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; It is in pardoning that we are pardoned, And it is in dying that we are born to eternal life