The Prayer of St. Francis
Lord make me an instrument of thy peace,
Where there is hatred let me so love.
Where there is injury, pardon
Where there is doubt, faith
Where there is despair, hope
And where there is darkness, light.
Where there is sadness, 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’s in giving that we receive
And it’s in pardoning that we are pardoned.
And it’s in dying that we are born into eternal light.
Oh, Lord make me an instrument, make me an instrument
Of thy peace, of thy peace.