Thanksgiving
and Celebration
for
the life of
22nd February 1919 31st
January 2006
Turn thy face towards the sun and shadows
shall fall behind you
~ Maori Proverb
Sentences of Scripture and Welcome
Hymn Praise, my soul, the King of heaven
Words: Henry Francis Lyte
19thC
Tribute
by John Dickenson Psalm
107 verses 21
to 31 Hymn
Eternal Father Words by William Whiting (1860)
Praise, my soul, the King of heaven
To His feet thy tribute bring.
Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven,
Who like me His praise should sing:
Alleluia, Alleluia!
Praise the everlasting King.
Praise Him for His grace and favour
To our fathers in distress;
Praise Him still the same as ever,
Slow to chide and swift to bless.
Alleluia, Alleluia!
Glorious in His faithfulness.
Fatherlike He tends and spares us,
Well our feeble frame He knows,
In His hands he gently bears us,
Rescues us from all our foes.
Alleluia, Alleluia!
Widely yet His mercy flows.
Angels, help us to adore Him,
Ye behold Him face to face;
Sun and Moon, bow down before Him,
Dwellers all in time and space.
Alleluia, Alleluia!
Praise with us the God of Grace!
Eternal Father, strong to save,
Whose arm hath bound the restless wave,
Who bidd'st the mighty ocean deep
Its own appointed limits keep;
Oh, hear us when we cry to Thee,
For those in peril on the sea!
O Christ! Whose voice the waters heard
And hushed their raging at Thy word,
Who walked'st on the foaming deep,
And calm amidst its rage didst sleep;
Oh, hear us when we cry to Thee,
For those in peril on the sea!
Most Holy Spirit! Who didst brood
Upon the chaos dark and rude,
And bid its angry tumult cease,
And give, for wild confusion, peace;
Oh, hear us when we cry to Thee,
For those in peril on the sea!
O Trinity of love and power!
Our brethren shield in danger's hour;
From rock and tempest, fire and foe,
Protect them wheresoeer they go;
Thus evermore shall rise to Thee
Glad hymns of praise from land and sea.
All
is Well
Words by Canon Henry Scott Holland (1847 1918)
Death is nothing at all
I have only slipped away into the next room
I am I and you are you
Whatever we were to each other
That we still are
Call me by my old familiar name
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used
Put no difference into your tone
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together
Play, smile, think of me, pray
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was
Let it be spoken without effect
Without a trace of a shadow on it
Life means all that it ever meant
It is the same as it ever was
There is absolutely unbroken continuity
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am but waiting for you
For an interval
Somewhere very near
Just around the corner
All is well
The Prayers
Hymn
Words by William Blake (1804)
And did those feet in ancient time
Walk upon Englands mountains green?
And was the Holy Lamb of God
On Englands pleasant pastures seen?
And did the countenance divine
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem builded here
Among these dark satanic mills?
Bring me my bow of burning gold!
Bring me my arrows of desire!
Bring me my spear! O clouds, unfold!
Bring me my chariot of fire!
I will not cease from mental fight,
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand,
Till we have built Jerusalem
In Englands green and pleasant land.
The
Blessing
Donations,
if wished, in aid of:
c/o: F Harrison & Son
Englefield
Green,
Tel: 01784
432163
With
special thanks to :
Canon John Fowles
Organist Sam Rathbone