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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 in giving
that we receive,
It is in pardoning, that we are pardoned,
It is in dying
that we are born to eternal life.
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