Lord, make me an instrument of your peace:
where there is hated, let me sow love;
where there in 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, grants 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.

Hail Mary, Full of Grace, The Lord is with thee.

 Blessed art thou among women, and blessed

is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus. Holy Mary,

Mother of God, pray for us sinners now, and at

 the hour of our death. Amen.


Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit,

as it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be,

world without end. Amen.