The Prayer of St. Francis

                            Lord, make me an instrument of thy peace.
                            Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
                            Where there is injury, pardon;
                            Where there is doubt, faith;
                            Where there is despair, hope;
                            Where there is darkness, light;
                            Where there is sadness, joy.

                            O 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 we receive;
                            It is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
                            It is in dying to self that we are born to eternal life.