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O Divine Master, 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.

Where There Is Love And Wisdom, There Is Neither Fear Nor Ignorance. Where There Is Patience And Humility, There Is Neither Anger Nor Annoyance. Where There Is Poverty And Joy, There Is Neither Cupidity Nor Avarice. Where There Is Peace And Contemplation, There Is Neither Care Nor Restlessness. Where There Is The Fear Of God To Guard The Dwelling, There No Enemy Can Enter. Where There Is Mercy And Prudence, There Is Neither Excess Nor Harshness.

Where There Is Injury Let Me Sow Pardon.

Lord, Help Me To Live This Day, Quietly, Easily. To Lean Upon Thy Great Strength, Trustfully, Restfully. To Wait For The Unfolding Of Thy Will, Patiently, Serenely. To Meet Others, Peacefully, Joyously. To Face Tomorrow, Confidently, Courageously.

Nothing Can Tend So Much To Humble Us Before The Mercy And Justice Of God As The Consideration Of His Benefits And Our Own Sins. Let Us, Then, Consider What He Has Done For Us, And What We Have Done Against Him; Let Us Call To Mind Our Sins In Detail, And His Gracious Benefits In Like Manner, Remembering That Whatever There Is Of Good In Us Is Not Ours, But His, And Then We Need Not Be Afraid Of Vainglory Or Of Taking Complacency In Ourselves.