Celebration of the life of Ruby Cynthia Channer


Sunrise: 4th September 1919
Sunset: 27th February 2020
Officiating Minister: Pastor Dionne Lamont
Sunrise: 4th September 1919
Sunset: 27th February 2020
Officiating Minister: Pastor Dionne Lamont
13:30 - 14:30
Islington Cemetery Chapel, Islington Cemetery
278 High Road, East Finchley, London N2 9AG
Officiating Minister
Pastor Dionne Lamont
Pallbearers
Laurie Channer
Worrell Channer
Maxwell Buchan
Kurt Channer
Russell Channer
Eesee Channer
Interment
Pastor Dionne Lamont
Annett Duncombe
32 Carey Gardens, Stewarts Road, Wandsworth, London, SW8 4HL
Romans 8:35-39
Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or sword?
As it is written, For thy sake we are killed all the day long; we are accounted as sheep for the slaughter.
Nay, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him that loved us.
For I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come, Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.
Praise & Worship Team: Maria Hlabangana, Amanda Buchan, Rebecca Buchan
Public address: Russell Channer / Ndumuso Hlabangana
Procession In: Pastor Lamont & Pallbearers
Procession: Flute played by Henry Channer‘Be still my soul‘
Welcome & Announcements: Pastor Dionne Lamont
Hymn: In the Sweet bye and bye
Scripture: Psalm 1:1-6 - Laurie Channer (Son)
Opening Prayer: Amanda Buchan (Granddaughter)
Eulogy: Victoria Buchan, Abdulla Channer & Henry Channer (Children)
Poem: Maxwell Buchan (Grandson)
Tributes: Leigh Channer, Jamila Channer, Rebecca Buchan, Maria Hlabangana (Granddaughters)
Word of comfort & Benediction: Pastor Dionne Lamont
Hymn: When we all get to Heaven
Procession: Recorded music played for procession
I have fought a good fight, I have finished my course, I have kept the faith: Henceforth there is laid up for me a crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous judge, shall give me at that day: and not to me only, but unto all them also that love his appearing.
There's a land that is fairer than day
And by faith we can see it afar
For the Father waits over the way To prepare us a dwelling place there
In the sweet by and by We shall meet on that beautiful shore
In the sweet by and by We shall meet on that beautiful shore
We shall sing on that beautiful shore
The melodious songs of the blessed And our spirits shall sorrow no more Not a sigh for the blessing of rest
To our bountiful Father above
We will offer our tribute of praise
For the glorious gift of His love
And the blessings that hallow our days
John 14:1-3
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.
Sing the wondrous love of Jesus, Sing His mercy and His grace; In the mansions bright and blessed He’ll prepare for us a place.
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!
While we walk the pilgrim pathway, Clouds will overspread the sky; But when trav’ling days are over, Not a shadow, not a sigh.
Let us then be true and faithful, Trusting, serving every day; Just one glimpse of Him in glory Will the toils of life repay.
Onward to the prize before us! Soon His beauty we’ll behold; Soon the pearly gates will open; We shall tread the streets of gold.
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;
Scripture Reading: Pastor Dionne Lamont
Opening Prayer: Pastor Dionne Lamont
When the Roll is Called up Yonder: Praise Team
Final Words: Pastor Dionne Lamont
Closing Prayer: Pastor Dionne Lamont
Farther Along: Praise Team
Placing of Wreath: Victoria Buchan & Leigh Channer
Departure
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 yonder, When the roll, is called up yonder, When the roll, is called up yonder, 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.
Tempted and tried, we're oft made to wonder, Why it should be thus all the day long; While there are others living about us, Never molested though in the wrong.
Farther along we'll know all about it, Farther along we'll understand why; Cheer up my brother live in the sunshine, We'll understand it all by and by, When death has come and taken our loved ones, It leaves our home so lonely and drear; Then do we wonder why others prosper, Living so wicked year after year.
Faithful til death, said our loving Master, A few more days to labour and wait; Toils of the road will then seem as nothing, As we sweep through the beautiful gate.
When we see Jesus, coming in glory, When He comes from His home in the sky; Then we shall meet Him in that bright mansion, We'll understand it all by and by.
m gonna sing, sing, sing, m gonna shout, shout, shout, m gonna sing, I’m gonna shout, Praise the Lord!
For when those gates are opened wide, m gonna sit by Jesus’ side, m gonna sing, I’m gonna shout, Praise the Lord!
ll soon be done, with troubles and trials; When I get home, on the other side; I'm gonna shake my hands with the elders, I'm gonna tell all the people good morning,
I'm gonna. sit down beside my Jesus, I'm gonna sit down and rest a little while.
Mine, mine, mine, Jesus is mine; Mine when I’m weary, Mine when I’m drear; Mine, mine, mine, mine, Jesus is mine, Jesus alone is mine.
I’ve got a mansion just over the hill top In that fair land, where we’ll never grow old; And some day yonder, we’ll never more wander But walk those streets, of purest gold.
Over my head I hear music in the air. Over my head I hear music in the air. Over my head I hear music in the air; So there must be a God somewhere!
Oh Lord I thank you, thank you, thank you, Lord I thank you for the rest of my life (repeat)
Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine!
Oh, what a foretaste of glory divine! Heir of salvation, purchase of God, Born of His Spirit, washed in His blood.
This is my story, this is my song, Praising my Saviour all the day long; This is my story, this is my song, Praising my Saviour all the day long.
Perfect submission, perfect delight, Visions of rapture now burst on my sight; Angels, descending, bring from above Echoes of mercy, whispers of love.
Perfect submission, all is at rest, I in my Saviour am happy and blest, Watching and waiting, looking above, Filled with His goodness, lost in His love.
Sing the wondrous love of Jesus, Sing His mercy and His grace; In the mansions bright and blessed He’ll prepare for us a place.
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! While we walk the pilgrim pathway, Clouds will overspread the sky; But when trav’ling days are over, Not a shadow, not a sigh.
Let us then be true and faithful, Trusting, serving every day; Just one glimpse of Him in glory Will the toils of life repay.
Onward to the prize before us! Soon His beauty we’ll behold; Soon the pearly gates will open; We shall tread the streets of gold.
I heard an old, old story, How a Saviour came from glory, How He gave His life on Calvary To save a wretch like me; I heard about His groaning, Of His precious blood's atoning, Then I repented of my sins And won the victory.
O victory in Jesus, My Saviour, forever. He sought me and he bought me With His redeeming blood; He loved me ere I knew Him And all my love is due Him, He plunged me into victory, Beneath the cleansing flood.
I heard about His healing, Of His cleansing pow'r revealing. How He made the lame to walk again And caused the blind to see; And then I cried, "Dear Jesus, Come and heal my broken spirit," And somehow Jesus came and bro't
To me the victory.
I heard about a mansion He has built for me in glory. And I heard about the streets of gold
Beyond the crystal sea; About the angels singing, And the old redemption story, And some sweet day I'll sing up there
The song of victory.
Would you be free from the burden of sin? There's power in the blood, power in the blood; Would you o'er evil a victory win?
There's wonderful power in the blood.
There is power, power, Wonder working power, In the blood of the Lamb. There is power, power, wonder working power, In the precious blood of the Lamb.
Would you be free from your passion and pride? There's power in the blood, power in the blood; Come for a cleansing to Calvary's tide; There's wonderful power in the blood.
Would you do service for Jesus your King? There's power in the blood, power in the blood;
Would you live daily His praises to sing? There's wonderful power in the blood
Some sweet day I'm going away, Going to leave this world, No more to roam Some sweet day when life is over, Some sweet day I'm going away
Meet me by the river some day
Meet me by the river not far away
When my Lord shall call me home
Happy, happy home beyond the skies Meet me by the river some day.
CHILDREN
HENRY
GRANCHILDREN
RUSSELL
MARIA
GREAT GRANDCHILDREN
SHANICE
JASMINE
GREAT GREAT GRANDCHILDREN
LEROY (ABDULLA)
KURT
LEIGH
JAMILA
JAMAAL
FADIL
SULAYMAAN
EESEE
HALEEMAH
AISHAH
SAFIYYAH
NICO, REMO, LOUIS, LUKE, KACI
FABIAN, TYLER, ROSARIO, CANAAN
KEREN, KIREN
KHALI
KALEEM
WORRELL
FIDEL
LEIGH
QUBA, MALIHA
EARL
VICKI
REBECCA
AMANDA
MAXWELL
LAURIE
NAITA
SADIE
RYAN
EWA
ROY
THEMANNE
LEONA
SUZETTE
We would all like to express our sincere gratitude to all those who have supported us during this time of loss.
Life is but a stopping place, A pause in what's to be, A resting place along the road, to sweet eternity.
We all have different journeys, Different paths along the way, We all were meant to learn some things, but never meant to stay... Our destination is a place, Far greater than we know. –Author unknown Designed by Cynthia