When I come to the end of the road
and the sun has set for me,
I want no rites in a gloom-filled room.
Why cry for a soul set free?
Miss me a little, but not too long,
and not with your head bowed low.
Remember the love that we

once shared,
Miss me but let me go.

For this is a journey we all must take,
and each must go alone.
It’s all part of the Master plan,
A step on the road to home.
When you are lonely and sick of heart,
Go to the friends we know
And bury your sorrows in doing

good deeds.
Miss me, but let me go.

Be at peace.
May the angels lead thee

into paradise.

May the martyrs receive thee
At thy coming and take thee
To the holy city.

May the choirs of angels
Receive thee and mayest thou
Have rest everlasting.

PRAYER # 139

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GOD, Your days are without end,
Your mercies beyond counting.
Help us always to remember that
life is short and the day of our death

is known to you alone.
May your Holy spirit lead us to live
in holiness and justice all our days.
Then, after serving you in the
fellowship of Your church, with
strong faith, consoling hope, and
perfect love for all, may we joyfully
come to Your kingdom.

We ask this through Christ Our Lord.

O God,
The Creator and Redeemer
Of all the Faithful,
Grant to the Souls
Of Thy Servants departed
The remission of all their sins;
That though pious supplications
They may obtain the pardon
Which they have always desired
Who livest and reignest
World without end. Amen.

PRAYER # 142

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PRAYER # 145

HER JOURNEY

Don’t think of her as gone away,
her journey’s just begun,
life holds so many facets
this earth is only one.
Just think of her as resting
from the sorrow and the tears
in a place of warmth and comfort,
where there are no days and years.
Think how she must be wishing
that we could know today
how nothing but our sadness
can really pass away.
And think of her as living
in the hearts of those she touched,
for nothing loved is ever lost,
and she was loved so much.

HIS JOURNEY

Don’t think of him as gone away,
his journey’s just begun,
life holds so many facets
this earth is only one.
Just think of him as resting
from the sorrow and the tears
in a place of warmth and comfort,
where there are no days and years.
Think how he must be wishing
that we could know today
how nothing but our sadness
can really pass away.
And think of him as living
in the hearts of those he touched,
for nothing loved is ever lost,
and he was loved so much.

Lord, make me an instrument of

Thy peace.

Where there is hatred, let me

sow love;

Where there is injury, pardon;

Where there is doubt, faith;

Where there is despair, hope;

Where there is darkness, light;

and where there is sadness, joy.

O Divine Master, grant that I

may not so much seek

to be consoled, as to console;

To be understood, as to understand;

To be loved, as to love;

For it is in giving that we receive;

It is pardoning that we are pardoned

And it is in dying, that we are

born to eternal life.

I am the resurrection and the Life, Saith the Lord: He that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live: and whosoever liveth and believeth in me, shall never die.

I know that my redeemer liveth, and that he shall stand at the latter day upon the earth: and though his body be destroyed, yet shall I see GOD: whom I shall see for myself, and mine eyes shall behold, and not as a stranger. We brought nothing into this world, and it is certain we can carry nothing out. The LORD gave, and the LORD hath taken away; blessed be the name of the LORD.

PRAYER # 149