Funeral Service
Colin Carruthers
St. Peter’s Church
Saturday, 25 January 2013
Opening Hymn
Bind us together, Lord, bind us together,
with cords that cannot be broken,
Bind us together, Lord, bind us together, Lord,
Bind us together in love.
There is only one God,
there is only one King
There is only one body,
that is why we sing.
Fit for the glory of God,
purchased by his precious blood,
born with the right to be free:
Jesus the vict'ry has won.
We are the fam'ly of God,
we are his promise divine,
we are his chosen desire,
we are the glorious new wine.
Scripture Readings
First Reading: 1 John 3:1-2
Gospel Reading: John 14:1-6
Prayers Of The Faithful
Hymn
I, the Lord of sea and sky,
I have heard my people cry.
All who dwell in dark and sin,
my hand will save.
I who made the stars of night,
I will make their darkness bright.
Who will bear my light to them?
Whom shall 1 send?
Here I am, Lord. Is it I, Lord?
I have heard you calling in the night.
I will go, Lord, if you lead me.
I will hold your people in my heart.
I, the Lord of snow and rain,
I have borne my people's pain,
I have wept for love of them.
They turn away.
I will break their hearts of stone,
give them hearts for love alone.
I will give my words to them.
Whom shall I send?
I, the Lord of wind and flame,
I will tend the poor and lame.
I will set a feast for them.
My hand will save.
Finest bread I will provide
till their hearts be satisfied.
I will give my life to them.
Whom shall I send?
Final Commendation
Recessional Hymn
1. A Mhoire mhìn gheal,a mhèinn nan gràsan,
do dh’aona Mhac Dhè,
bu tu fhèin a mhàthair:
stiùir mo cheum-sa,
tro rè mo làithean
air sligh’ an dòchais
gu sòlas Phàrrais.
2. Dion gach là mi
bho chràdh is leònadh,
lìon gu làn mi
le gràs do thròcair;
ciùinich m'àrdan
gu sàmhchair òigheach,
air sgàth a' phàisdein
a dh'fhas bho d'fheòil-sa. / 3. Oigh ro chliùiteach,
bi riumsa bàidheil;
paisg is cum mi
fo lùb do ghàirdein;
las led shoillse
gach duibhre ghràineil
tha dubhadh m'eòlais
air òr do ghràsan.
4. Tog do naoidhean
mar lainntear iùil dhomh,
los tron oidhche
nach caill mi'n cùrsa;
bi toirt làmh dhomh
an càs an stiùiridh
gu Port mo dhòchais,
mo chòir's mo dhùthchais.