Lord
make me an instrument of Thy peace;
Where
there is hate that I may bring love,
Where
there is offence that I may bring pardon,
Where
there is discord that I may bring union,
Where
there is error that I may bring truth,
Where
there is doubt that I may bring faith,
Where
there is despair that I may bring hope,
Where
there is darkness that I may bring light,
Where
there 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
is in giving that one receives;
It is
in self-forgetfulness that one finds;
It is
in pardoning that one is pardoned;
It is
in dying that one finds eternal life.
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