Pleased Be You, My Lord,

What Wonderful Majesty! What Stupendous Condescension! O Sublime Humility! That The Lord Of The Whole Universe, God And The Son Of God, Should Humble Himself Like This Under The Form Of A Little Bread, For Our Salvation ...in This World I Cannot See The Most High Son Of God With My Own Eyes, Except For His Most Holy Body And Blood.

Where There Is Injury Let Me Sow Pardon.

Be Praised, My Lord, Through Sister Water; She Is Very Useful, And Humble, And Precious, And Pure.

Grant Me The Treasure Of Sublime Poverty: Permit The Distinctive Sign Of Our Order To Be That It Does Not Possess Anything Of Its Own Beneath The Sun, For The Glory Of Your Name, And That It Have No Other Patrimony Than Begging.

Lord, Make Me An Instrument Of Thy 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; And Where There Is Sadness, Joy. 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.