Make Me A Channel Of Your Peace,
Where There Is Hatred Let Me Bring Your Love.
Where There Is Injury, Your Pardon Lord,
And Where There’s Doubt True Faith In You.

Oh, Master Grant That I May Never Seek,
So Much To Be Consoled As To Console.
To Be Understood As To Understand,
To Be Loved As To Love With All My Soul.

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