~ Diana's Funeral Page 2~
All sit
~ Lady Sarah McCorquodale reads ~
If I should die and leave you here awhile, Be not like others, sore 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 others hearts than thine. Complete those dear unfinished tasks of mine And I, perchance, may therein comfort you. A. Price hughes ~ All remain seated. ~The BBC Singers, together with Lynne Dawson, Soprano, sing....
Libera me, Domine, de morte aeterna, in die illa tremenda quando coeli movendi sunt, et terra: dum veneris judicare saeculm per ignem. Tremens factus sum ego et timeo, dum discussio venerit, atque ventura ira. Dies illa, dies irae, calamitatis et miseriae, dies magna et amara valde. Requiem aeternam dona eis Domine, et lux perpetua luceat eis. ~ Deliver me, O Lord, from eternal death in that dread day when the heavens and the earth shall be shaken, and you will come to judge the world by fire. I tremble in awe of the judgement and the coming wrath. Day of wrath, day of calamity and woe, great and exceeding bitter day. Rest eternal grant unto them, O Lord, and let perpetual light shine upon them. Giuseppe Verdi (1813-1901) from the Requiem ~ All remain seated ~~ Lady Jane Fellowes reads ~
Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, too short for those who rejoice, but for those who love, time is eternity. Anon ~ All stand to sing ~~ The Hymn ~
The king of love my Shepard is, whose goodness faileth never; I nothing lack if I am his and he is mine forever. 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 Shepard, may I sing thy praise within thy house forever. ~ Dominus regit me Psalm 23 J. B. Dykes (1823-76) and H. W. Baker (1821-77) ~ All sit ~ The Right Honourable Tony Blair, MP, Prime Minister, reads....~ 1 Corinthians 13 ~
Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have love not, I am become as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal. And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries, and all knowledge; and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, and have not love, I am nothing. All though I bestow all my goods to the poor, and though I give my body to be burned, and have not loved, it profiteth me nothing. Love suffereth, and is kind; love envieth not; love vaunteth not itself, is not puffed up, doth not behave itself unseemly, seeketh not her own, is not easily provoked, thinketh no evil; rejoiceth not in iniquity, but rejoiceth in the truth; beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things. Love never faileth: but whether there be prophecies, they shall fail; whether there shall be tongues, they shall cease; whether there be knowledge, it shall vanish away. For we know in part, and we prophesy in part. But when that which is perfect is come, then that which is in part shall be done away. When I was child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things. For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known. And now abideth faith, hope, love, these three; but the greatest of these is love. ~ All remain seated ~ |
~ Elton John sings 'Candle In The Wind' ~
Goodbye England's rose; may you ever grow in our hearts. You were the grace that placed itself where lives were torn apart. You called out to our country, and you whispered to those in pain. Now you belong to heaven, and the stars spell out your name. And it seems to me you lived your life like a candle in the wind: never fading with the sunset when the rain set in. And your footsteps will always fall here, along England's greenest hills; your candle's burned out long before your legend ever will. Loveliness we've lost; these empty days without your smile. This torch we'll always carry for our nation's golden child. And even though we try, the truth brings us to tears; all our words cannot express the joy you brought us through the years. Goodbye England's rose, from a country lost without your soul, who'll miss the wings of your compassion more than you'll ever know.' ~ Bernie Taupin(b 1950) & Elton John (b 1947)
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