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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)
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 givin' that we receive
And it's in pardonin' that we are pardoned
And it's in dying that we are born
To eternal life, amen
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