Friday 21 May

Collect
Risen, ascended Lord,
as we rejoice at your triumph,
fill your Church on earth with power and compassion,
that all who are estranged by sin
may find forgiveness and know your peace,
to the glory of God the Father.  Amen.

1 John 4.7–21
Beloved, let us love one another, because love is from God; everyone who loves is born of God and knows God. Whoever does not love does not know God, for God is love. God’s love was revealed among us in this way: God sent his only Son into the world so that we might live through him. In this is love, not that we loved God but that he loved us and sent his Son to be the atoning sacrifice for our sins. Beloved, since God loved us so much, we also ought to love one another. No one has ever seen God; if we love one another, God lives in us, and his love is perfected in us.
 By this we know that we abide in him and he in us, because he has given us of his Spirit. And we have seen and do testify that the Father has sent his Son as the Saviour of the world. God abides in those who confess that Jesus is the Son of God, and they abide in God. So we have known and believe the love that God has for us.
God is love, and those who abide in love abide in God, and God abides in them. Love has been perfected among us in this: that we may have boldness on the day of judgement, because as he is, so are we in this world. There is no fear in love, but perfect love casts out fear; for fear has to do with punishment, and whoever fears has not reached perfection in love. We love because he first loved us. Those who say, ‘I love God’, and hate their brothers or sisters, are liars; for those who do not love a brother or sister whom they have seen, cannot love God whom they have not seen. The commandment we have from him is this: those who love God must love their brothers and sisters also.

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.