Abide with me
All things bright and beautiful
Amazing grace
And did those feet in ancient time
Be still my soul
Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine
Dear Lord and Father of mankind
Eternal Father strong to save
God be in my head
Great is Thy faithfulness
Guide me O Thou great Redeemer
How great Thou art
I heard the voice of Jesus say
In heavenly love abiding
Lord of all faithfulness
Love divine, all love’s excelling
Make me a channel of Your peace
Morning has broken
Now thank we all our God
O Jesus I have promised
Peace, perfect peace
Praise my soul the King of heaven
To God be the glory
The 23rd Psalm
The day Thou gavest, Lord is ended
The King of love, my Shepherd is
The old rugged cross
There is a green hill far away
When I survey the wondrous cross
Will your anchor hold?

Chapter 20, verses 11-18              (Mary Magdalene and the risen Christ)
Chapter 4, verses 7-15                   (Jesus and the lady of Samaria)
Chapter 6, verses 1-14                   (Feeding of the five thousand)
Chapter 6, verses 35-40                 (Jesus who is the bread of life)
Chapter 8 verse 12                          (Jesus the Light of the world)
Chapter 11, verses 17-27              (Jesus tells Martha that he is the resurrection and the life)
Chapter 4, verses 7-11                   (God is Love)

The Revelation of St John the Divine Chapter 21, verses 1-7 (the new heaven and new earth)

Our Father who art in heaven, hallowed be Thy name
Thy kingdom come
Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven
Give us this day our daily bread
and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us
and lead us not into temptation but deliver us from evil for Thine is the kingdom,
the power, and the glory for ever and ever.

Amen

God be in my head, and in my understanding;
God be in mine eyes, and in my looking;
God be in my mouth, and in my speaking;
God be in my heart, and in my thinking;
God be at mine end, and at my departing.

God, give us grace to accept with serenity the things that cannot be changed,
Courage to change the things that should be changed,
And the wisdom to distinguish the one from the other.

Reinhold Niebuhr (1892 – 1971)

One night I dreamed I was walking
Along the beach with the Lord,

Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky.
In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand.

Sometimes there were two sets of footprints.
Other times there was only one.

This bothered me because I noticed
During the low periods of my life when I was

Suffering from anguish, sorrow or defeat,
I could see only one set of footprints.

So I said to the Lord, ‘You promised me,
Lord, that if I followed You,
You would walk with me always.

But I noticed during my most trying periods
Of my life there has only been
One set of prints in the sand.

Why, when I needed you most,
Have You not been there for me?

The Lord replied,
‘The times when you have seen only one set of footprints
It was when I was carrying you.’

Author unknown

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 are still.

Call me by my old familiar name,
Speak to me in the easy way which we always used.
Put no difference in your tone; wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together.

Pray, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was, let it be spoken without effort, without a trace of shadow in it.
Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was; there is absolutely unbroken continuity.

What is death but a negligible accident?
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.

Canon Henry Scott Holland (1847-1918)

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sun on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there.  I did not die.

Author unknown

Farewell to Thee!  But not farewell
To all my fondest thoughts of Thee;
Within my heart they shall dwell
And they shall cheer and comfort me.

Life seems more sweet that Thou didst live
And men more true Thou wert one;
Nothing is lost that Thou didst give,
Nothing destroyed that Thou hast done.

Anne Bronte (1820 – 1849)

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

W H Auden (1907 – 1973)

Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
And danced the sky on laughter-silvered wings.
Sunward I’ve climbed and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun split clouds – and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of; wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence.  Hovering there
I’ve chased the wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air;
Up, up the long delirious burning blue
I’ve topped the windswept heights with easy grace,
Where never lark nor even eagle flew;
And while, with silent lifting mind I’ve trod
The high, untrespassed sanctity of space
Put out my hand and touched the face of God.

Flying Officer John Gillespie McGee (1922 – 1941)

If I should die and leave you here a while,
be not like others sore undone;
who keep long vigils by the silent dust, and weep.
For my sake turn again to life and smile,
nerving thy heart and trembling hand
to do something to comfort other hearts than thine.
Complete those dear unfinished tasks of mine
And I therein may perchance comfort you.

Mary Lee Hall

If I should go before the rest of you
Break not a flower
Nor inscribe a stone
Nor when I am gone
Speak in a Sunday voice
But be the usual selves
That I have known

Weep if you must
Parting is hell
But life goes on
So….sing as well

Joyce Grenfell (1910 – 1979)

Not how did he die, but how did he live?
Not what did he gain, but what did he give?
These are the units to measure the worth
Of a man as a man, regardless of birth.

Not what was his church, nor what was his creed?
But had he befriended those really in need?
Was he ever ready, with word of good cheer,
To bring back a smile, to banish a tear?

Not what did the sketch in the newspaper say,
But how many were sorry when he passed away.

Author unknown

Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into a distant land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand.
Nor half turn to go, yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day you tell me of our future that you have planned: only remember me you understand.
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while, and afterwards remember, do not grieve for the darkness and corruption leave a vestige of the thoughts that once I had.
Better by far that you should forget and smile than you should remember and be sad.

Christina Rosetti (1830-1894)

Go to that place we loved, our secret place.
Close your eyes and you’ll see my face.

Play that tune, the tune we loved to hear.
Close your eyes and you’ll see me clear.

Walk on a beach or climb to the top of a hill.
Close your eyes and you’ll see me still.

Take a sip of wine, of dark red wine.
Close your eyes and you’ll see me fine.

At night go out and look at the brightest star.
Close your eyes and you’ll see me far.

On a day when the sky is blue and cold and clear.
Close your eyes and you’ll see me near.

Take down a book that would have been my choice.
Open the book.  Close your eyes.  You’ll hear my voice.

Paul Meadows (1969 - )

Time is too slow for those who wait,
Too swift for those who fear,
Too long for those who grieve,
To short for those who rejoice,
But for those who love, time is eternity.

Henry Van Dyke (1852 - 1933)

You can shed tears that she is gone
Or you can smile because she has lived.

You can close your eyes and pray that she’ll come back
Or you can open your eyes and see that she has left.

Your heart can be empty because you can’t see her
Or you can be full of the love you shared.

You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday
Or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.

You can remember her and only that she’s gone
Or you can cherish her memory and let it live on.

You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back
Or you can do what she’d want: smile, open your eyes love and go on.

David Harkins

Classical Music

Processional:

Sarabande in D Minor  - Handel
Pie Jesu - Bach
Lascia ch’io pianga - Handel
Air on a G String - Bach
Bist du bei mir (Thou art Near) - Bach

Recessional:

Canon in D Major - Pachelbel
Adagio in G Minor - Albinoni
I know that my Redeemer liveth - Handel
Sheep may safely graze - Bach
Ave Maria - Schubert
Nimrod - Elgar
Vater unser im Himmelreich (The Lord’s Prayer) - Bach

Popular Music

My way - Frank Sinatra
Wind beneath my wings  - Bette Middler
Time to say “Goodbye”  - Andrea Bocelli / Sarah Brightman
Over the rainbow  - Eva Casidy
You raise me up - Westlife
Unforgettable - Nat King Cole
I will always love you - Whitney Houston
In the mood - Glenn Miller
Moonlight serenade - Glenn Miller
Hallelujah - Leonard Cohen
All the time in the world - Louis Armstrong
What a wonderful world - Louis Armstrong
We’ll meet again - Vera Lynn
White cliffs of Dover - Vera Lynn