Where there is hatred
Let me sow love;
Where there is injury,
Your pardon Lord;

Where there is doubt, faith;
Where there's despair, hope;
Where there is darkness, light;
Where there is sadness, ever joy.

Lord, make me
An instrument of your peace, Lord,
Make me
An instrument of peace

O, Divine Master, source of light in all
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 be love;
For it is in giving that we receive;

Lord, make me
An instrument of your peace, Lord,
Make me
An instrument of peace

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