Lord, make me an instrument of Thy peace.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love. 
Oh, My Beloved, grant that I may not seek 
to be consoled as to console,
understood as to understand,
to be loved, as to love,
to be loved, as to love.
For it is in giving we receive,
in pardoning, we are pardoned.
It is in dying we are born,
in dying, we are born.