Celia Margaret Dancer

S t O S wa l d ’ S C h u r C h , M ay b O l e

Wednesday 11th January 2012, 1pm thereafter to Masonhill Crematorium, by Ayr, at 2pm

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OR DE R OF S E RVICE at S t O S wa l d ’ S C h u r C h , M ay b O l e

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by Rev. Dr. Ian Meredith

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h O w G r e at t h O u a rt Stuart W. K. Hine

Tune: How Great Thou Art

O Lord my God, when I in awesome wonder Consider all the works thy hands hath made, I see the stars, I hear the rolling 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: Refrain 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: Refrain 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!

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t h I N e b e t h e G l O ry Edmund L Budry (1854-1932)

Tune: Judas Maccabaeus

Thine be the glory, risen, conqu’ring 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 conqu’ring Son, Endless is the vict’ry, 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 hath lost its sting.

Refrain No more we doubt Thee, glorious Prince of life; Life is naught without Thee; aid us in our strife; Make us more than conqu’rors, through Thy deathless love: Bring us safe through Jordan to Thy home above.

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I M M O rta l , I N v I S I b l e , G O d O N ly w I S e Walter C Smith (1824-1908)

Tune: St. Denio

Immortal, invisible, God only wise, In light inaccessible hid from our eyes, Most blessèd, most glorious, the Ancient of Days, Almighty, victorious, Thy great name we praise.

Unresting, unhasting, and silent as light, Nor wanting, nor wasting, Thou rulest in might; Thy justice, like mountains, high soaring above Thy clouds, which are fountains of goodness and love.

To all, life Thou givest, to both great and small; In all life Thou livest, the true life of all; We blossom and flourish as leaves on the tree, And wither and perish—but naught changeth Thee.

Great Father of glory, pure Father of light, Thine angels adore Thee, all veiling their sight; All laud we would render; O help us to see ’Tis only the splendour of light hideth Thee.

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Thank you for being here today and for your kind messages and tributes.

Elton, Stephen, Michael, Susan, Moira and Katie

R E ST I N PEACE DEAR CE LIA

You are cordially invited for refreshments to The Savoy Park Hotel 16 Racecourse Road Ayr KA7 2UT

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