Memorial Service
Musical Selection | “A Mighty Fortress Is Our God” Sanje Fountain, South Haven Graduate 2021
Entrance of Colour Party & Advance Guard | 30th Company of Boy’s Brigade Led by Captain Charles Smith, Faithful Friend
Call to Worship & Prayer Approach | Pastor Bryn MacPhail Senior Pastor, St. Andrew’s Presbyterian Kirk
Congregational Hymn | “The Solid Rock”
My hope is built on nothing less Than Jesus blood and righteousness; I dare not trust the sweetest frame, But wholly lean on Jesus name.
Chorus
On Christ, the solid rock, I stand; All other ground is sinking sand, All other ground is sinking sand.
When darkness seems to hide His face, I rest on His unchanging grace; In every high and stormy gale, My anchor holds within the veil.
Prayer | Reverend
His oath, His covenant, His blood, Support me in the whelming flood; When all around my soul gives way, He then is all my hope and stay.
When he shall come with trumpet sound, Oh, may I then in Him be found; Dressed in His righteousness alone, Faultless to stand before the throne.
Alfred Stewart Chapel Speaker for Civil Aviation Authority Bahamas
Congregational Hymn | “Be Still My Soul”
Be still, my soul! The Lord is on thy side; Bear patiently the cross of grief or pain. Leave to your God to order and provide; In every change He faithful will remain.
Be still, my soul! Your best, your heavenly friend Thro’ thorny ways lead to a joyful end.
Be still, my soul! Your God doth undertake To guide the future as He has the past. Your hope, your confidence let nothing shake; All now mysterious shall be bright at last. Be still, my soul! The waves and winds still know His voice who ruled them while He dwelt below.
Comments | Phil Dunkley
Senior Partner, Higgs & Johnson
Be still, my soul! The hour is hastening on When we shall be forever with the Lord, When disappointment, grief, and fear are gone, Sorrow forgot love’s purest joys restored.
Be still, my soul! When change and tears are past, All safe and blessed we shall meet at last.
Be still, my soul! The hour is hastening on When we shall be forever with the Lord, When disappointment, grief, and fear are gone, Sorrow forgot love’s purest joys restored.
Be still, my soul! When change and tears are past, All safe and blessed we shall meet at last.
David Cartwright Pastor, Abundant Life Bible Church, Long-Time Friend
Soloist | “The Lord’s Prayer” Mrs. Rose Richardson, Long-Time Family Friend
Scripture Reading | 2 Corinthians 5:1-10 | Orrin Newman, nephew-in-law
Congregational Hymn | “He Leadeth Me! O Blessed Thought”
He leadeth me! O blessed thought!
O words with heavenly comfort fraught!
Whate’er I do, where’er I be, Still ‘tis God’s hand that leadeth me!
Chorus
He leadeth me, He leadeth me, By His own hand He leadeth me: His faithful foll’wer I would be, For by His hand He leadeth me.
Sometimes ‘mid scenes of deepest gloom, Sometimes where Eden’s flowers bloom, By waters still, o’er troubled sea, Still ‘tis His hand that leadeth me!
Sermon | Pastor Bryn MacPhail
Lord I would clasp Thy hand in mine, Nor ever murmur nor repine, Content, whatever lot I see, Since ‘tis Thy hand that leadeth me!
And when my task on earth is done, When, by Thy grace, the vict’ry’s won, E’en death’s cold wave I will not flee, Since God thro’ Jordan leadeth me!
Prayer of Thanksgiving & Intercession | Pastor Bryn MacPhail
Congregational Hymn | “Jesus Shall Reign”
Jesus shall reign where’er the sun Does its successive journeys run: His kingdom spread from shore to shore, Til moons shall wax and wane no more.
To Him shall endless prayers be made, And endless praises crown His head: His name like sweet perfume shall rise With every morning sacrifice.
People and realms of every tongue Dwell on His love with sweetest song, And infant voices shall proclaim Their early blessings on His name.
Let every creature rise and bring Honor and glory to our King; Angels descent with songs again, And earth repeat the loud Amen
Music Video (Mike’s favorite song) | “Callin Me Home” | By Barry McGuire
Benediction | Pastor Bryn MacPhail
Recessional Hymn | “Crown Him with Many Crowns”
Crown Him with many crowns, The Lamb upon His throne; Hark! How the heav’nly anthem drowns All music but its own: Awake, my soul, and sing Of Him who died for thee, And hail Him as thy matchless King Through all eternity.
Crown Him the Son of God, Before the worlds began, And ye who tread where He hath trod, Crown Him the Son of Man; Who ev’ry grief hath known That wrings the human breast, And takes and bears them for His own, That all in Him may rest.
Crown Him the Lord of love, Behold His hands and side, Those wounds, yet visible above, In beauty glorified. No angel in the sky Can fully bear that sight, But downward bends his wond’ring eye At mysteries so bright.
Crown Him the Lord of life, Who triumphed o’er the grave, And rose victorious in the strife For those He came to save. His glories now we sing, Who died, and rose on high, Who died eternal life to bring, And lives that death may die.
Crown Him the Lord of lords, Who over all doth reign, Who once on earth, th’incarnate Word, For ransomed sinners slain, Now lives in realms of light, Where saints with angels sing Their songs before Him day and night, Their God, Redeemer, King.
Psalm 103:15-16
“As for man, his days are like grass; As a flower of the field, so he flourishes. When the wind has passed over it, it is no more, And its place acknowledges it no longer.”
Psalm 90:12
“So teach us to number our days, That we may present to You a heart of wisdom.”
1 Peter 1:17
“If you address as Father the One who impartially judges according to each one’s work, conduct yourselves in fear during the time of your stay on earth;”
1 John 2:17
“The world is passing away, and also its lusts; but the one who does the will of God lives forever.”
Dare You Ask?
What does it mean ‘ to live is Christ and to die is gain?’
Excerpt from The True Estimate of Life by G. Campbell Morgan
“Now let me ask you to finish this theme for yourself. Imagine that you have in your hand a clean piece of paper, and write on it for yourself—God help you! —take the pencil and write! Write the story of your life, honestly, faithfully, truly, in as brief a sentence as Paul wrote the story of his. Write:
“To me to live is—money.”
Now, be honest, in God’s name. If you have played the hypocrite before, do not do it now. Write it down, not for man’s eyes, but for God’s. ”To me to live is money.” If that is true, put it down.
“To me to live is pleasure.”
“To me to live is fame.”
Oh, fill them in for yourself!
Now you have it written, your life’s story. You never looked it squarely in the face like that before. There it is, right in front of you, the self-evident truth, the inner meaning of all your life.
Now finish it. Write under it what Paul did. That is your estimate of life; now add Paul’s estimate of death:
“To me to live is money; to die is—I cannot write ‘gain’ after that. To die is loss. I shall leave it all. Naked came I out of my mother’s womb; naked shall I return there- unto.” “To me to live is pleasure; to die—oh! do not talk to me about death! It is the last thing I want to think about. I want my pleasure, my laughter, this hollow crackling of thorns under a pot; ‘tis all I have! Let me have it, but in God’s name do not talk about death. Why, man, I do not like to walk down the street in the dark because I think of death. I cannot write that.”
“To me to live is fame.” Now, finish it. “And to die no, I cannot. For if they put my name on a marble
monument, directly it is erected, nature, with mossy fingers will begin to pull it down. I cannot write that. To die is to perish, to be forgotten! What is fame when I am gone? I cannot write it.”
No, beloved, and you cannot write Paul’s estimate of death after anything except Paul’s estimate of life. If, by God’s great grace, you can write, ”To me to live is Christ,” you can write, “To die is gain.” To die is to see Him more clearly, to be closer to Him, to enter into larger service for Him, to touch the height and the depth and the length and the breadth of His life; “to die is gain.” You can only write it if you write the first.
Somebody else says: “Well, I have never written the first; can I start?”
Yes.
“Where can I start?”
Where he (Paul) started.
“Where did he start?”
“Lord, what wilt Thou have me to do?” That is it. Will you say that?
“Yes, we will do it. Is it easy?”
No, it is not easy. The cross is there, crucifixion is there, the ending of self is there, the abandoning of everything, of hope, and wife, and child, and home, and friends, and ambition, all is there. “Lord—I have had other lords —Lord, I have been governed by self, I have been governed by human loves, I have been mastered by passions, I have been swept along by ambitions; Lord, Nazarene, depose these other lords and be King.”
That is the place to begin; and there is not a man or woman who begins there honestly to whom He will not come with healing on His wings, the sun rising; then the old things for you shall pass away, and all things shall become new.”
