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Sarah CorpA service of thanksgiving
Wednesday 21st September 201611.30am
St Bride’s ChurchFleet Street, London EC4
Retiring CollectionTo be shared between St Bride’s,
The Rory Peck Trust & White Helmets
Please gather afterwards atLutyens Restaurant
85 Fleet Street, London EC4 1AEYou are welcome to sign the condolence books there
ChoirI will lift up mine eyes unto the hills (Psalm 121)
from Requiem – Herbert Howells
Welcome & Opening Prayer
The Rector
ChoirI will lift up mine eyes unto the hills (Psalm 121)
from Requiem – Herbert Howells
Welcome & Opening Prayer
The Rector
HymnPraise, my soul
Praise, my soul, the King of Heaven;To his feet thy tribute bring;
Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven, Who like me his praise should sing?
Praise him! Praise him!Praise the everlasting King!
Praise him for his grace and favourTo our Fathers in distress;
Praise him still the same forever,Slow to chide, and swift to bless.
Praise him! Praise him!Glorious in his faithfulness.
Father-like he tends and spares us;Well our feeble frame he knows;In his hands he gently bears us,
Rescues us from all our foes.Praise him! Praise him!
Widely as his mercy flows.
Angels, help us to adore him;Ye behold him face to face;
Sun and moon bow down before him,Dwellers all in time space.
Praise him! Praise him!Praise with us the God of grace!
HymnPraise, my soul
Praise, my soul, the King of Heaven;To his feet thy tribute bring;
Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven, Who like me his praise should sing?
Praise him! Praise him!Praise the everlasting King!
Praise him for his grace and favourTo our Fathers in distress;
Praise him still the same forever,Slow to chide, and swift to bless.
Praise him! Praise him!Glorious in his faithfulness.
Father-like he tends and spares us;Well our feeble frame he knows;In his hands he gently bears us,
Rescues us from all our foes.Praise him! Praise him!
Widely as his mercy flows.
Angels, help us to adore him;Ye behold him face to face;
Sun and moon bow down before him,Dwellers all in time space.
Praise him! Praise him!Praise with us the God of grace!
First Reading 1 Corinthians 13
read by Jonathan Miller
Choir
O Magnum Mysterium – Francis Poulenc
First AddressJon Snow
Choir
Locus Iste – Anton Bruckner
Second Reading
On Children – Kahlil Gibranread by John Corp
Retiring CollectionTo be shared between St Bride’s,
The Rory Peck Trust & White Helmets
Please gather afterwards atLutyens Restaurant
85 Fleet Street, London EC4 1AEYou are welcome to sign the condolence books there
First Reading 1 Corinthians 13
read by Jonathan Miller
Choir
O Magnum Mysterium – Francis Poulenc
First AddressJon Snow
Choir
Locus Iste – Anton Bruckner
Second Reading
On Children – Kahlil Gibranread by John Corp
Retiring CollectionTo be shared between St Bride’s,
The Rory Peck Trust & White Helmets
Please gather afterwards atLutyens Restaurant
85 Fleet Street, London EC4 1AEYou are welcome to sign the condolence books there
HymnDear Lord and Father of mankind
Dear Lord and Father of mankind,Forgive our foolish ways!
Re-clothe us in our rightful mind,In purer lives thy service find,In deeper reverence praise.
In simple trust like theirs who heard,Beside the Syrian sea,
The gracious calling of the Lord,Let us, like them, without a word
Rise up and follow thee.
Drop thy still dews of quietness,Till all our strivings cease;
Take from our souls the strain and stress,And let our ordered lives confess
The beauty of thy peace.
Breathe through the heats of our desireThy coolness and thy balm;
Let sense be dumb, let flesh retire;Speak through the earthquake, wind and fire,
O still small voice of calm!
ChoirI will lift up mine eyes unto the hills (Psalm 121)
from Requiem – Herbert Howells
Welcome & Opening Prayer
The Rector
HymnDear Lord and Father of mankind
Dear Lord and Father of mankind,Forgive our foolish ways!
Re-clothe us in our rightful mind,In purer lives thy service find,In deeper reverence praise.
In simple trust like theirs who heard,Beside the Syrian sea,
The gracious calling of the Lord,Let us, like them, without a word
Rise up and follow thee.
Drop thy still dews of quietness,Till all our strivings cease;
Take from our souls the strain and stress,And let our ordered lives confess
The beauty of thy peace.
Breathe through the heats of our desireThy coolness and thy balm;
Let sense be dumb, let flesh retire;Speak through the earthquake, wind and fire,
O still small voice of calm!
ChoirI will lift up mine eyes unto the hills (Psalm 121)
from Requiem – Herbert Howells
Welcome & Opening Prayer
The Rector
Third ReadingFriend – Sohrab Sepehri, translated by Ismail Salami
read by Saeed Kamali Dehghan
ChoirO clap your hands – Orlando Gibbons
sung by Fever Pitchconducted by Elinor Corp
Second AddressRay Queally & Philippa Collins
followed by a video
Choir I was glad – C Hubert H Parry
sung by St Bride’s Choir & Fever Pitch
Prayers
The Rector
Third ReadingFriend – Sohrab Sepehri, translated by Ismail Salami
read by Saeed Kamali Dehghan
ChoirO clap your hands – Orlando Gibbons
sung by Fever Pitchconducted by Elinor Corp
Second AddressRay Queally & Philippa Collins
followed by a video
Choir I was glad – C Hubert H Parry
sung by St Bride’s Choir & Fever Pitch
Prayers
The Rector
HymnHe who would valiant be
He who would valiant be'Gainst all disaster,
Let him in constancyFollow the Master.
There's no discouragementShall make him once relent
His first avowed intentTo be a pilgrim.
Who so beset him roundWith dismal stories,
Do but themselves confound -His strength the more is.
No foes shall stay his might,Though he with giants fight:He will make good his right
To be a pilgrim.
Since, Lord, thou dost defendUs with thy Spirit
We know we at the endShall life inherit.
Then fancies flee away!I'll fear not what men say,I'll labour night and day
To be a pilgrim.
BlessingThe Rector
HymnHe who would valiant be
He who would valiant be'Gainst all disaster,
Let him in constancyFollow the Master.
There's no discouragementShall make him once relent
His first avowed intentTo be a pilgrim.
Who so beset him roundWith dismal stories,
Do but themselves confound -His strength the more is.
No foes shall stay his might,Though he with giants fight:He will make good his right
To be a pilgrim.
Since, Lord, thou dost defendUs with thy Spirit
We know we at the endShall life inherit.
Then fancies flee away!I'll fear not what men say,I'll labour night and day
To be a pilgrim.
BlessingThe Rector
RectorRevd Canon Dr Alison Joyce
Director of MusicRobert Jones
OrganistMatthew Morley
ChoirThe Choir of St Bride’s
Head of OperationsJames Irving
RectorRevd Canon Dr Alison Joyce
Director of MusicRobert Jones
OrganistMatthew Morley
ChoirThe Choir of St Bride’s
Head of OperationsJames Irving
Sarah CorpA service of thanksgiving
Wednesday 21st September 201611.30am
St Bride’s ChurchFleet Street, London EC4
Retiring CollectionTo be shared between St Bride’s,
The Rory Peck Trust & White Helmets
Please gather afterwards atLutyens Restaurant
85 Fleet Street, London EC4 1AEYou are welcome to sign the condolence books there
