Wednesday 5 May

Collect
Almighty God,
who through your only–begotten Son Jesus Christ
have overcome death and opened to us the gate of everlasting life:
grant that, as by your grace going before us
   you put into our minds good desires,
so by your continual help
we may bring them to good effect;
through Jesus Christ our risen Lord,
who is alive and reigns with you,
in the unity of the Holy Spirit,
one God, now and for ever.  Amen.

1 Peter 2.1–10
Rid yourselves, therefore, of all malice, and all guile, insincerity, envy, and all slander. Like newborn infants, long for the pure, spiritual milk, so that by it you may grow into salvation— if indeed you have tasted that the Lord is good.
 Come to him, a living stone, though rejected by mortals yet chosen and precious in God’s sight, and like living stones, let yourselves be built into a spiritual house, to be a holy priesthood, to offer spiritual sacrifices acceptable to God through Jesus Christ. For it stands in scripture:
‘See, I am laying in Zion a stone,
   a cornerstone chosen and precious;
and whoever believes in him will not be put to shame.’
To you then who believe, he is precious; but for those who do not believe,
‘The stone that the builders rejected
   has become the very head of the corner’,
and
‘A stone that makes them stumble,
   and a rock that makes them fall.’
They stumble because they disobey the word, as they were destined to do.
 But you are a chosen race, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, God’s own people, in order that you may proclaim the mighty acts of him who called you out of darkness into his marvellous light.
 Once you were not a people,
   but now you are God’s people;
once you had not received mercy,
   but now you have received mercy.

Psalm 30
    I will exalt you, O Lord,
      because you have raised me up
   and have not let my foes triumph over me.
    O Lord my God, I cried out to you
   and you have healed me.
    You brought me up, O Lord, from the dead;
   you restored me to life from among those that go down to the Pit.
    Sing to the Lord, you servants of his;
   give thanks to his holy name.
    For his wrath endures but the twinkling of an eye,
      his favour for a lifetime.
   Heaviness may endure for a night,
      but joy comes in the morning.
    In my prosperity I said,
      ‘I shall never be moved.
   You, Lord, of your goodness,
      have made my hill so strong.’
    Then you hid your face from me
   and I was utterly dismayed.
    To you, O Lord, I cried;
   to the Lord I made my supplication:
    ‘What profit is there in my blood,
      if I go down to the Pit?
   Will the dust praise you or declare your faithfulness?
      ‘Hear, O Lord, and have mercy upon me;
   O Lord, be my helper.’
      You have turned my mourning into dancing;
   you have put off my sackcloth and girded me with gladness;
      Therefore my heart sings to you without ceasing;
   O Lord my God, I will give you thanks for ever.