Mr Egbert George Williams: Funeral Order of Service: 14 February 2013

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Order of Service for funeral and interment of Mr Egbert George Williams on 14 February 2013 in Harlesden, London NW10, UK.

Order of Service for funeral and interment of Mr Egbert George Williams on 14 February 2013 in Harlesden, London NW10, UK.

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  • 1. To celebrate the life of Egbert George Williams Sunrise 9th April 1931 – Sunset: 21st January 2013 Thursday 14th February 2013 at 12 noon Harlesden Methodist Church, 25 High Street, London NW10 4NE Followed by interment at 1.30 pm Willesden New Cemetery, Franklyn Road, London NW10 9TE
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  • 3. ORDER OF SERVICE Officiating Minister: Reverend Dr. R.F. Leão-Neto PROCESSION OPENING PRAYER HYMN No. 1: Psalm 100, 'All People That On Earth Do Dwell' All people that on earth do dwell, Sing to the Lord with cheerful voice: Him serve with Mirth, his praise forth tell; Come ye before him and rejoice. The Lord, ye know, is God indeed; Without our aid he did us make: We are his folk, he doth us feed; And for his sheep he doth us take. O enter then his gates with praise; Approach with joy his courts unto; Praise, laud, and bless his name always, For it is seemly so to do. For why, the Lord our God is good; His mercy is for ever sure; His truth at all times firmly stood, And shall from age to age endure. EULOGY by Jacqueline Goddard (Daughter) 3
  • 4. POEM: 'Life Must Go On' by Rebecca Lewis (Granddaughter) Life must go on Grieve for me, for I would grieve for you. Then brush away the sorrow and the tears Life is not over, but begins anew, With courage you must greet the coming years. To live forever in the past is wrong; Can only cause you misery and pain. Dwell not on memories overlong, With others you must share and care again. Reach out and comfort those who comfort you; Recall the years, but only for a while. Nurse not your loneliness; but live again. Forget not. Remember with a smile. (A Navaho Prayer in the American Indian tradition) READING: Psalm 139: 1-24 by Basil Walters (Family Friend) O Lord, you have searched me and known me! You know when I sit down and when I rise up; you discern my thoughts from afar. You search out my path and my lying down and are acquainted with all my ways. Even before a word is on my tongue, behold, O Lord, you know it altogether. You hem me in, behind and before, and lay your hand upon me. Such knowledge is too wonderful for me; it is high; I cannot attain it. Where shall I go from your Spirit? Or where shall I flee from your presence? If I ascend to heaven, you are there! If I make my bed in Sheol, you are there! If I take the wings of the morning and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea, 4
  • 5. Even there your hand shall lead me, and your right hand shall hold me. If I say, “Surely the darkness shall cover me, and the light about me be night,” Even the darkness is not dark to you; the night is bright as the day, for darkness is as light with you. For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother's womb. I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well. My frame was not hidden from you, when I was being made in secret, intricately woven in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed substance; in your book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there was none of them. How precious to me are your thoughts, O God! How vast is the sum of them! If I would count them, they are more than the sand. I awake, and I am still with you. Oh that you would slay the wicked, O God! O men of blood, depart from me! They speak against you with malicious intent; your enemies take your name in vain. Do I not hate those who hate you, O Lord? And do I not loathe those who rise up against you? I hate them with complete hatred; I count them my enemies. Search me, O God, and know my heart! Try me and know my thoughts! And see if there be any grievous way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting! (English Standard Version) 5
  • 6. READING: John 14: 1-11 by Yvonne Gayle (Daughter) Let not your hearts be troubled. Believe in God, believe also in me. In my Father's house are many rooms. If it were not so, would I have told you that I go to prepare a place for you? And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again, and will take you to myself, that where I am you may be also. And you know the way to where I am going. Thomas said to him, "Lord, we do know where you are going. How can we know the way?" Jesus said to him, "I am the way, and the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me." If you had known me, you would have known my Father also. From now on you do know him and have seen him.” Philip said to him, “Lord, show us the Father, and it is enough for us.” Jesus said to him, “Have I been with you so long, and you still do not know me, Philip? Whoever has seen me has seen the Father. How can you say, ‘Show us the Father’? Do you not believe that I am in the Father and the Father is in me? The words that I say to you I do not speak on my own authority, but the Father who dwells in me does his works. Believe me that I am in the Father and the Father is in me, or else believe on account of the works themselves. (English Standard Version) 6
  • 7. ADDRESS HYMN: 'How Great Thou Art' Oh Lord my God! When I in awesome wonder Consider all the works thy hands hath made, I see the stars, I hear the mighty thunder, Thy power throughout the universe displayed: Then sings my soul, my saviour God, to thee, How great thou art! How great thou art! Then sings my soul, my saviour God, to thee, How great thou art! How great thou art! When through the woods and forest glades I wander And hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees; When I look down from lofty mountain grandeur And hear the brook and feel the gentle breeze: And when I think that God, His Son not sparing, Sent Him to die, I scarce can take it in; That on the cross, my burden gladly bearing, He bled and died to take away my sin: When Christ shall come with shout of acclamation And take me home, what joy shall fill my heart! Then I shall bow in humble adoration And there proclaim, my God, how great thou art! TRIBUTES by family and friends 7
  • 8. HYMN No. 552: 'Lord Of All Hopefulness' Lord of all hopefulness, Lord of all joy, Whose trust, ever childlike, 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. LAST RESPECTS PRAYER COMMENDATION 8
  • 9. 'THE LORD'S PRAYER' 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. BLESSING HYMN No. 212: 'Thine Be The Glory' Thine be the glory, risen, conquering Son, Endless is the victory thou o'er death hast won; Angels in bright raiment rolled the stone away, Kept the folded grave-clothes where thy body lay: Thine be the glory, risen, conquering Son, Endless is the victory thou o'er death hast won. Lo, Jesus meets us, risen from the tomb; Lovingly he greets us, scatters fear and gloom; Let the church with gladness hymns of triumph sing, For her Lord now liveth, death hast lost its sting: No more we doubt thee, glorious Prince of Life; Life is nought without thee: aid us in our strife; Make us more than conquerors through thy deathless love; Bring us safe through Jordan to thy home above. RECESSION 9
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  • 12. AT THE GRAVESIDE Officiating Minister: Reverend Dr. R.F. Leão-Neto SLEEP ON BELOVED Sleep on beloved, sleep and take your rest; Lay down your head, now on Jesus breast; Yes we love you but Jesus loves you best; Good night, good night, good night. WHEN WE GET TO GLORY LAND When we get to glory land, Christ will hold us by the hand United we’ll be, so happy and free In the blessed land above, we’ll sing of His love Some glorious day, when we get to glory land. WE’LL UNDERSTAND IT BETTER WHEN THE MORNING COMES By and by, when the morning comes, When the saints of God are gathered home, We’ll tell the story how we’ve overcome, For we’ll understand it better by and by. OH, I WANT TO SEE HIM Oh, I want to see Him, just to look upon his face, There to sing forever of His saving grace; On the streets of glory let me lift my voice, Cares all past, home at last, ever to rejoice. 12
  • 13. WHEN WE ALL GET TO HEAVEN When we all get to Heaven, What a day of rejoicing that will be! When we all see Jesus, We’ll sing and shout the victory! WHEN THE ROLL IS CALLED UP YONDER When the trumpet of the Lord shall sound, and time shall be no more, And the morning breaks, eternal, bright and fair; When the saved of earth shall gather over on the other shore, And the roll is called up yonder, I’ll be there. When the roll, is called up yon-der, When the roll, is called up yon-der, When the roll, is called up yon-der, When the roll is called up yonder I’ll be there. On that bright and cloudless morning when the dead in Christ shall rise, And the glory of His resurrection share; When His chosen ones shall gather to their home beyond the skies, And the roll is called up yonder, I’ll be there. Let us labour for the Master from the dawn till setting sun, Let us talk of all His wondrous love and care; Then when all of life is over, and our work on earth is done, And the roll is called up yonder, I’ll be there. 13
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  • 16. 16 Egbert George Williams will be fondly remembered as the: Son of George and Francis Brother of Gerald, Clifford and Adeline Uncle of Lloyd and Blossom Husband of Lucille Father of Tennyson, Yvonne, Glenmore, Frank and Jacqueline Grandfather of Pedro, Pablo, Rebecca, Andrea and Frank Friend of Many The family wishes to acknowledge, with deep appreciation, the many expressions of love, concern and kindness shown to them during this time of bereavement. (Funeral organised by Jacqueline Goddard with the assistance of Co-operative Funeralcare)