Lord, make me an instrument of Thy peace; where there is hatred, let me sow low; 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.

Oh 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 I receive, it is in pardoning that I am pardoned, and it is in dying that I am born to eternal life.