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. 

 

 O divine Masters, 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 is in giving that we receive,  

it is in pardoning that we are pardoned, 

 and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.  

 

A Thighearna, dèan dhomh inneal do shìth: 

far am bheil fuath, cuiream gràdh ; 
far am bheil dochann, maitheanas ; 
far am bheil teagamh, creidimh ; 
far am bheil eu-dòchas, dòchas ; 
far am bheil dorchadas, solas ; 
far am bheil bròn, gàirdeachas. 
A Mhaighstir Dhiadhaidh, deònaich nach iarr mi uiread 
a bhi fo chomh- fhurtachd, a thaobh 
bhi air a thuigsinn a thaobh a thuigsinn, 
a bhi air a ghràdhachadh mar gu gràdh. 
Oir is ann an tabhartas a gheibh sinn, 
is ann ann am maitheanas a gheibh sinn maitheanas, 
agus is ann ann am bàs a tha sinn air ar breith chum na beatha maireannaich.