(Traditional text – last line changed by Alex Cook)
Lord, make me an instrument of your peace.
Where there is hatred let me sew 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.
Oh, Divine Master, grant, that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console,
To be understood as to understand,
And to be loved as to love.
For it is in giving that we receive.
And it is in pardoning that we are pardoned.
And it is in life that we are born
And born again