“The Black Hills of Dakota” – from Calamity Jane
Greeting and Address
“Who Would True Valour See” – John Bunyan
Who would true valour see Who so beset him round
Let him come hither; With dismal stories,
One here will constant be, Do but themselves confound;
Come wind, come weather. His strength the more is.
There's no discouragement, No lion can him fright,
Shall make him once relent, He’ll with a giant fight,
His first avowed intent, But he will have a right,
To be a Pilgrim. To be a Pilgrim.
Hobgoblin, nor foul fiend,
Can daunt his spirit:
He knows, he at the end,
Shall life inherit.
Then fancies fly away,
He'll fear not what men say,
He'll labour night and day,
To be a Pilgrim.
“George” – by Poppy Rand-Bell, read by Stuart Rand-Bell
We will always remember when George liked to be pushed around in the toy cars.
We will always remember when George would try and climb up the stairs when he wasn’t supposed to.
We will always remember when Em was pregnant with George.
We will always remember him for being the sweetest little cousin.
We will always remember when we first saw George walk.
We will always remember when George started to clap and wave.
We will always remember when little George made a “woof” noise every time the dogs walked past.
We will always remember when George had a go on the big trampoline and he really liked it but he wasn’t very happy when he had to get off.
We will always remember George for just being George.
Thank you for the gift of our amazing son George,
For all that he was and still is,
For all the memories that live on in the hearts of those that knew him,
For the joy and love that he brought to the hearts of those that loved him,
Thank you for everything that made him.
The Lord’s Prayer
“Lord of all Hopefulness” – Jan Struther
Lord of all hopefulness, Lord of all joy,
Whose trust, ever child-like, no cares could destroy,
Be there at our waking, and give us, we pray,
Your bliss in our hearts, Lord, at the break of the day.
Lord of all eagerness, Lord of all faith,
Whose strong hands were skilled at the plane and the lathe,
Be there at our labours, and give us, we pray,
Your strength in our hearts, Lord, at the noon of the day.
Lord of all kindliness, Lord of all grace,
Your hands swift to welcome, your arms to embrace,
Be there at our homing, and give us, we pray,
Your love in our hearts, Lord, at the eve of the day.
Lord of all gentleness, Lord of all calm,
Whose voice is contentment, whose presence is balm,
Be there at our sleeping, and give us, we pray,
Your peace in our hearts, Lord, at the end of the day.
End of Service
“When I Grow Too Old To Dream” – Nat King Cole Trio