Make me an instrument of peace:
May I be finely tuned for Thee;
In frailty, may I sound sweet,
The song poured from the broken reed.
Make me a channel of Your peace:
May streams of love flow through like blood.
May Your pure sea flush out all me
That does not flow from out of Thee.
Make me an agent of Your grace.
Let me distribute what You gave
To me, a beggar picking crumbs,
Now a son shining Your face.
Make me an instrument of peace:
May I be finely tuned for Thee;
In frailty, may I sound sweet,
The song poured from the broken reed.