Lord make us instruments of thy peace. Where there is hatred let us 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. Grant that we 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, in pardoning that we are pardoned, and in dying that we are born to eternal life.
The Canticle of the Sun O most high, Almighty, good Lord God, to thee belong praise, glory, honour and all blessing! Praised be my Lord God for all his creatures, and especially for our brother the sun, who brings us the day and who brings us the light; fair is he and shines with a very great splendour: O Lord, he signifies to us thee!
Praised be my Lord God for our sister the moon, and for the stars, which he has set clear and lovely in the heavens.
Praised be my Lord for our brother the wind, and for the cloud, calms and all wather, by the which thou upholdest life in all creatures.
Praised be my Lord for our sister water, who is very serviceable unto us and humble and precious and clean.
Praised be my Lord for our brother fire, through whom thou givest us light in the darkness; and he is bright and pleasant and very mighty and strong.
Praised be my Lord for our mother the earth, the which doth sustain us and keep us and bringeth forth diverse fruits and flowers of many colours, and grass.
Praised be my Lord for all those who pardon one another for his love’s sake, and who endure weakness and tribulation: blessed are they who peacefully shall endure, for thou, O most highest, shalt give them a crown.
Praised be my Lord for our sister, the death of the body, from which no man escapeth. Woe to him who dieth in mortal sin! Blessed are they who are found walking by thy most holy will, for the second death shall have no power to do them harm.
Praise ye and bless the Lord, and give thanks unto him, and serve him with very great humility.