Tuesday 2 February

Collect
Almighty God,
by whose grace alone we are accepted
   and called to your service:
strengthen us by your Holy Spirit
and make us worthy of our calling;
through Jesus Christ your Son our Lord,
who is alive and reigns with you,
in the unity of the Holy Spirit,
one God, now and for ever.  Amen.

1 Corinthians 13
If I speak in the tongues of mortals and of angels, but do not have love, I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal.   And if I have prophetic powers, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing.   If I give away all my possessions, and if I hand over my body so that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing.
   Love is patient; love is kind; love is not envious or boastful or arrogant   or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful;   it does not rejoice in wrongdoing, but rejoices in the truth.   It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
   Love never ends. But as for prophecies, they will come to an end; as for tongues, they will cease; as for knowledge, it will come to an end.   For we know only in part, and we prophesy only in part;     but when the complete comes, the partial will come to an end.     When I was a child, I spoke like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child; when I became an adult, I put an end to childish ways.     For now we see in a mirror, dimly, but then we will see face to face. Now I know only in part; then I will know fully, even as I have been fully known.     And now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; and the greatest of these is love.

Psalm 6
    O Lord, rebuke me not in your wrath;
   neither chasten me in your fierce anger.
    Have mercy on me, Lord, for I am weak;
   Lord, heal me, for my bones are racked.
    My soul also shakes with terror;
   how long, O Lord, how long?
    Turn again, O Lord, and deliver my soul;
   save me for your loving mercy’s sake.
    For in death no one remembers you;
   and who can give you thanks in the grave?
    I am weary with my groaning;
   every night I drench my pillow
      and flood my bed with my tears.
    My eyes are wasted with grief
   and worn away because of all my enemies.
    Depart from me, all you that do evil,
   for the Lord has heard the voice of my weeping.
    The Lord has heard my supplication;
   the Lord will receive my prayer.
      All my enemies shall be put to shame and confusion;
   they shall suddenly turn back in their shame.