- part 2

Lord, make me an instrument of Your 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 giving that we receive;
It is pardoning that we are pardoned;
It is in dying that we are born to Eternal Life

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