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- Lord,
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- make me an instrument
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- of Thy peace.
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- Where there is hatred,
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- let us sow love;
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- where there is despair,
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- hope;
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- where there is sadness,
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- joy;
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- where there is darkness,
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- light.
O Divine Master,
grant that we may not so much
seek to be consoled,
as to console;
not so much to be loved,
as to love.
For it is in giving that we
receive,
it is in pardoning that we are
pardoned,
and it is in dying that
we are born again
to eternal life.
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