Saturday 12 June

Collect
O God,
the strength of all those who put their trust in you,
mercifully accept our prayers
and, because through the weakness of our mortal nature
we can do no good thing without you,
grant us the help of your grace,
that in the keeping of your commandments
we may please you both in will and deed;
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.

Romans 8.31–39
 What then are we to say about these things? If God is for us, who is against us? He who did not withhold his own Son, but gave him up for all of us, will he not with him also give us everything else? Who will bring any charge against God’s elect? It is God who justifies. Who is to condemn? It is Christ Jesus, who died, yes, who was raised, who is at the right hand of God, who indeed intercedes for us. Who will separate us from the love of Christ? Will hardship, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or sword? As it is written,
‘For your sake we are being killed all day long;
   we are accounted as sheep to be slaughtered.’
No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. For I am convinced that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor rulers, nor things present, nor things to come, nor powers, nor height, nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord.

Psalm 41
    Blessed are those who consider the poor and needy;
   the Lord will deliver them in the time of trouble.
    The Lord preserves them and restores their life,
      that they may be happy in the land;
   he will not hand them over to the will of their enemies.
    The Lord sustains them on their sickbed;
   their sickness, Lord, you will remove.
    And so I said, ‘Lord, be merciful to me;
   heal me, for I have sinned against you.’
    My enemies speak evil about me,
   asking when I shall die and my name perish.
    If they come to see me, they utter empty words;
   their heart gathers mischief;
      when they go out, they tell it abroad.
    All my enemies whisper together against me,
   against me they devise evil,
    Saying that a deadly thing has laid hold on me,
   and that I will not rise again from where I lie.
    Even my bosom friend, whom I trusted,
      who ate of my bread,
   has lifted up his heel against me.
      But you, O Lord, be merciful to me
   and raise me up, that I may reward them.
      By this I know that you favour me,
   that my enemy does not triumph over me.
      Because of my integrity you uphold me
   and will set me before your face for ever.
      Blessed be the Lord God of Israel,
   from everlasting to everlasting. Amen and Amen.