John Rutter — Lord make me an instrument of thy peace

Lord, make me an instrument of thy 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; And all for thy mercy's sake O divine Master Grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as o console; To be understood as to understand; To be loved as to love; For it is in giving hat we receive; It is in pardoning that we are pardoned; And it is in dying that we are born to eternal life