Lord, make me an instrument for your peace, Where there is hatred, let me sow love Where there is injury, let me sow pardon Where there is doubt, faith Where there is despair, hope Where there is darkness, light And where there is sadness, joy Oh divine master Grant that I may not seek so much 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 forgiving that We are forgiven And it is in dying That we are born to Eternal life
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