ST

LUKE's

CHURCH, CHELSEA

...

Pray for me as I shall for thee:

that we may love and laugh again
when we meet merrily in Heaven.

ROY WILLIAM BURLTON

SIR THOMAS MoRE

9TH DECEMBER 1920- 14THjULY 2008

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FRIDAY 25TH jULY

Chelsea Funeral Directors
260b Fulham Road, London SWlO 9EL
020 7352 0008

AT 11 o'CLOCK

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HYMN
Guide me, 0 Thou great Redeemer,
Pilgrim through this barren land;
I am weak, but thou art mighty,
Hold me with thy powerful hand:
Bread of Heaven,
Feed me now and evermore.
Open now the crystal fountain,
Whence the healing stream doth flow;
Let the fiery, cloudy pillar
Lead me all my journey through:
Strong Deliverer,
Be Thou still my strength and shield.
When I tread the verge of Jordan,
Bid my anxious fears subside;
Death of death, and hell's destruction,
Land me safe on Canaan's side:
Songs of praises
I will ever give to thee.
BLESSING
Liebster Jesu, wir sind hier

During which the coffin departs

The Committal will follow at PutnetJ Vale Cemetery

There will be a retiring collection for St Luke's Church
All are invited to return to St Luke's Vestnj
for refreshments after the burial.

Bach

ORGAN MUSIC BEFORE THE SERVICE

And there's another country, I've heard of long ago,

Most dear to them that love her, most great to them that know;
We may not count her armies, we may not see her King,
Her fortress is a faithful heart, her pride is suffering;
And soul by soul and silently her shining bounds increase,
And her ways are ways of gentleness and all her paths are peace.

Elgar

Nimrod
SENTENCES OF SCRIPTURE
BIDDING PRAYER

ADDRESS

The Reverend Prebendary Dr Brian Leathard

The Very Reverend Derek Watson

HYMN
Praise, my soul, the King of heaven;
To His feet thy tribute bring.
Ransom' d, healed, restored, forgiven,
Who like me His praise should sing?
Praise Him! Praise Him!
Praise Him! Praise Him!
Praise the everlasting King.

MUSIC
Tdiume (Dreams), Wesendonk Lieder
Zueignung (Dedication)

Richard Wagner
Richard Strauss

PRAYERS

Praise Him for His grace and favour

To our fathers in distress;
Praise Him still the same for ever,
Slow to chide and swift to bless.
Praise Him! Praise Him!
Praise Him! Praise Him!
Glorious in His faithfulness.

Concluding with The Lord's Prayer

ANTHEM

Mozart

Ave Verum Corpus

Father-like, He tends and spares us;

Well our feeble frame He knows:
In His hands He gently bears us;
Rescues us from all our foes:
Praise Him! Praise Him!
Praise Him! Praise Him!
Widely as His mercy flows!

COMMENDATION

CHORAL PRAYER

sung by the choir

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.

t,

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:
Praise Him! Praise Him!
Praise Him! Praise Him!
Praise with us the God of grace!

PSALM 139 vv.6-11 & 17

sung by the choir

Whither shall I go then from thy Spirit:
Or whither shall I go then from thy presence?
If I climb up into heaven, thou art there:
If I go down to hell thou art there also.
If I take the wings of the morning:
And remain in the uttermost parts of the sea;
Even there also shall thy hand lead me:
And thy right hand shall hold me.
If I say, Peradventure the darkness shall cover me:
Then shall my night be turned to day.
Yea the darkness is no darkness with thee,
but the night is as clear as the day:
The darkness and light to thee are both alike.
How dear are thy counsels unto me, 0 God:
0 how great is the sum of them!

READING
Ecclesiastes 3. vv.1-8 & 13
Read by Michael Prickett
To every thing there is a season,
and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant,
and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal;
a time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones, and a time
to gather stones together; a time to embrace,
and a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep,
and a time to cast away;
A time to rend, and a time to sew;
a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;

A time to love, and a time to hate;

a time of war, and a time of peace.
And also that every man should eat and drink,
and enjoy the good of all his labour,
it is the gift of God.

MUSIC

Beim Schlafengehen (On going to rest)

Richard Strauss

Soprano: Rachel Nicholls

Accompanist: Richard Peirson
READING
John 14. vv.1~ & 27
Read by John Peirson
Let not your heart be troubled: ye believe in God, believe also in me. In
my Father's house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have
told you. I go to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place
for you, I will come again, and receive you unto myself; that where I
am, there ye may be also. And whither I go ye know, and the way ye
know. Thomas saith unto him, Lord, we know not whither thou goest;
and how can we know the way? Jesus saith unto him, I am the way, the
truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by me.
Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth,
give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.

HYMN
I vow to thee, my country, all earthly things above,
Entire and whole and perfect, the service of my love:
The love that asks no question, the love that stands the test,
That lays upon the altar the dearest and the best:
The love that never falters, the love that pays the price,
The love that makes undaunted the final sacrifice.

Traume/Dreams
Tell me, what wondrous dreams
are these that enfold my mind,
but do not like empty bubbles
vanish into a void?
Dreams, that blossom more fair
each hour each day,
and blissfully move through my mind
with their tidings of heaven!
Dreams, that like sacred rays
penetrate my soul
and paint an everlasting image there:
a deep oblivion, and memory.
Dreams, that like the sun in spring
kissing blossoms in the snow,
and greeting each new day
with unsuspected joy;
to grow and flower,
and dreaming, spread their fragrance,
then slowly fading in your breast,
sink down into their grave.

Beim Schlafengehen/On going to rest

Now the day has wearied me, and
I yearn for the starry night to
receive me gently, like a tired child.
Hands, rest from all doing,
brow, cease from all thinking,
for now all my senses would sink into slumber.
And my unguarded soul would
move in flight unfettered to live a thousandfold more deeply
in the magic circle of the night.

Zueignung/Dedication
Yes, you know, dear heart,
that far from you I am tormented,
love makes the heart sick for this I give thanks!
Once, reveller of freedom,
I raised high a goblet ofamethyst,
and you blessed the draughtfor this I give thanks!
And you drove the evil away,
till I was purified as never before,
and sank on your breast for this I give thanks!