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There is a selection of funeral poems, funeral readings and hymns below. please scroll down the page
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Below is a selection of funeral poems, readings and hymns that you may find useful
Death
is nothing at all,
I have only slipped into the next room.
I
am I and you are you
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
Call
me by my old familiar name,
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
Put
no difference in your tone,
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh
as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Play, smile,
think of me, pray for me.
Let
my name be ever the household word that it always was,
Let it be spoken without
effect, without the trace of shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It
it the same as it ever was, there is unbroken continuity.
Why should I be
out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you, for an interval,
somewhere very near,
Just around the corner.
All is well.
There
is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under heaven:
A time
to be born, and a time to die;
a time to plant, and a time to uproot the plant.
A time to kill, and a time to heal;
a time to tear down, and a time to
build.
A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and a time
to dance.
A time to scatter stones, and a time to gather them;
a time to
embrace, and a time to be far from embraces.
A time to seek, and a time to
lose;
a time to keep, and a time to cast away.
A time to rend, and a time
to sew;
a time to be silent, and a time to speak.
A time to love, and a
time to hate;
a time of war, and a time of peace.
Do
not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I
am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint on snow.
I am the
sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When
you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet
birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do
not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
Do not
stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die!
One
night I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord.
Many scenes
from my life flashed across the sky.
In
each scene I noticed footprints in the sand.
Sometimes there were two sets
of footprints, other times there was one only.
This bothered me because I noticed that during the low periods of my life, when I was suffering from anguish, sorrow or defeat, I could see only one set of footprints.
So
I said to the Lord,
You promised me Lord,
that if I followed you, you would
walk with me always.
But I have noticed that during the most trying periods
of my life there has only been one set of footprints in the sand.
Why, when
I needed you most, have you not been there for me?
The
Lord replied, The years when you have seen only one set of footprints, my child,
is when I carried you.
I
didn't get a chance to say goodbye
To
you, to tell you that I loved you.
To say what now must be one long,
unbroken
cry Of pain,
now that at last you've gone away.
I
cannot tell you what a joy it was
To be the one to tend you in your need.
The burden was a gift, for giving does
Not burden one who loves, though
loving bleed.
I
wish I could have been with you when you,
Perhaps aware, perhaps not, turned
towards death
Alone, with no one there to wonder to,
To share your fear,
your hand, your one last breath.
I
wish, I wish, I wish . . . but it is done,
And now I must surrender what is
gone.
If
I should die and leave you here awhile,
Be
not like others, sore and undone,
Who keep long vigils by the silent dust,
and weep.
For
my sake - turn again to life and smile
Nerving thy heart and trembling hand
to do
Something to comfort other hearts than thine.
Complete
those dear unfinished tasks of mine
And I, perchance, may therein comfort
you.
You
can shed tears that I’ve gone
or you can smile because I’ve
lived.
You
can close your eyes and pray that I’ll come back
or you can open your
eyes and see all I’ve left.
Your
heart can be empty because you can't see me
or you can be full of the love
we shared.
You
can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday
or you can be happy for
tomorrow because of yesterday.
You
can remember me and only that I’ve gone
or you can cherish my memory
and let it live on.
You
can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back
or you can do what
I’d want: smile, open your eyes, love and go on.
Abide
with me, fast falls the eventide;
The darkness deepens, Lord with me abide!
When
other helpers fail and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, O abide with me.
Swift
to its close ebbs out life’s little day;
Earth’s joys grow dim, its
glories pass away;
Change and decay in all around I see;
O Thou who changest
not, abide with me.
I
need Thy presence every passing hour;
What but Thy grace can foil the tempter’s
power?
Who, like Thyself, my guide and stay can be?
Through cloud and sunshine,
Lord, abide with me.
I
fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless;
Ills have no weight, and tears no
bitterness.
Where is death’s sting? Where, grave, thy victory?
I triumph
still, if Thou abide with me.
Hold
Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes;
Shine through the gloom and point me
to the skies;
Heaven’s morning breaks, and earth’s vain shadows flee;
In
life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.
In
heavenly love abiding, no change my heart shall fear.
And
safe in such confiding, for nothing changes here.
The storm may roar without
me, my heart may low be laid,
But God is round about me, and can I be dismayed?
Wherever
He may guide me, no want shall turn me back.
My Shepherd is beside me, and
nothing can I lack.
His wisdom ever waking, His sight is never dim.
He
knows the way He’s taking, and I will walk with Him.
Green
pastures are before me, which yet I have not seen.
Bright skies will soon
be over me, where darkest clouds have been.
My hope I cannot measure, my path
to life is free.
My Savior has my treasure, and He will walk with me.
Eternal
Father, strong to save,
whose arm hath bound the restless wave,
who
bidd'st the mighty ocean deep
its own appointed limits keep:
O hear us when
we cry to thee
for those in peril on the sea.
O
Christ, whose voice the waters heard
and hushed their raging at thy word,
who
walkedst on the foaming deep,
and calm amid the storm didst sleep;
O hear
us when we cry to thee
for those in peril on the sea.
Most
Holy Spirit, who didst brood
upon the chaos dark and rude,
and bid its angry
tumult cease,
and give, for wild confusion, peace:
O hear us when we cry
to thee
for those in peril on the sea.
O
Trinity of love and power,
our brethren shield in danger's hour;
from rock
and tempest, fire and foe,
protect them wheresoe'er they go;
thus evermore
shall rise to thee
glad hymns of praise from land and sea.
The
day thou gavest, Lord, is ended,
the darkness falls at thy behest;
to
thee our morning hymns ascended,
thy praise shall sanctify our rest.
We
thank thee that thy Church, unsleeping
while earth rolls onward into light,
through
all the world her watch is keeping
and rests not now by day nor night.
As
o'er each continent and island
the dawn leads on another day,
the voice
of prayer is never silent,
nor dies the strain of praise away.
The
sun that bids us rest is waking
our brethren 'neath the western sky,
and
hour by hour fresh lips are making
thy wondrous doings heard on high.
So
be it, Lord; thy throne shall never,
like earth's proud empires, pass away;
thy
kingdom stands, and grows for ever,
till all thy creatures own thy sway
The
king of love my shepherd is,
Whose goodness faileth never;
I nothing
lack if I am his
And he is mine for ever.
Where
streams of living water flow
My ransomed soul he leadeth,
And where the
verdant pastures grow
With food celestial feedeth.
Perverse
and foolish oft I strayed,
But yet in love he sought me,
And on his shoulder
gently laid,
And home rejoicing brought me.
In
death's dark vale I fear no ill
With thee, dear Lord, beside me;
Thy rod
and staff my comfort still,
Thy cross before to guide me.
Thou
spread'st a table in my sight;
Thy unction grace bestoweth;
And O what transport
of delight
From thy pure chalice floweth!
And
so through all the length of days
Thy goodness faileth never:
Good shepherd,
may I sing thy praise
Within thy house for ever.
The
Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
He
maketh me to lie down in green pastures;
He leadeth me beside the still waters.
He restoreth my soul;
He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for
his name's sake.
Yea,
though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil:
for thou art with me;
Thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
Thou
preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies.
Thou anointest
my head with oil;
my cup runneth over.
Surely
goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life.
And I will dwell
in the house of the Lord forever.
(Psalm 23)
