Service of Thanksgiving

for the life of

20th September 1947 – 22nd February 2021

4pm, Wednesday 10th March 2021

at Christ Church Dunstable

This service is led by Mark Lawrence and

Gareth Mitchell, Pastors, Christ Church Dunstable

WELCOME AND PRAYER

GREAT IS THY FAITHFULNESS,

O God my Father,

there is no shadow

of turning with thee;

thou changest not,

thy compassions, they fail not;

as thou hast been

thou forever wilt be.

Great is thy faithfulness!

Great is thy faithfulness!

Morning by morning

new mercies I see;

all I have needed

thy hand hath provided

‘Great is thy faithfulness’,

Lord, unto me!

Summer and winter,

and springtime and harvest,

sun, moon and stars

in their courses above,

join with all nature

in manifold witness

to thy great faithfulness,

mercy and love.

Great is thy faithfulness!

Great is thy faithfulness!

Morning by morning

new mercies I see;

all I have needed

thy hand hath provided

‘Great is thy faithfulness’,

Lord, unto me!

Pardon for sin and

a peace that endureth,

thy own dear presence

to cheer and to guide;

strength for today and

bright hope for tomorrow,

blessings all mine,

with ten thousand beside!

Great is thy faithfulness…

Thomas Obediah Chisholm and

William Marion Runyan

READING 1 CORINTHIANS 13: 4-8A NEW LIVING TRANSLATION

4 Love is patient and kind. Love is not jealous or boastful or

proud 5 or rude. It does not demand its own way. It is not

irritable, and it keeps no record of being wronged. 6 It does not rejoice about injustice but rejoices whenever the

truth wins out. 7 Love never gives up, never loses faith, is always

hopeful, and endures through every circumstance. 8 Prophecy

and speaking in unknown languages and special knowledge will

become useless. But love will last forever!

PRAYER

FAMILY TRIBUTES Rob Payne

Paul Braithwaite (read by Paul’s son, Simon)

WHEN PEACE, LIKE A RIVER,

attends all my way,

when sorrows like sea-billows roll,

whatever my lot,

you have taught me to say,

'It is well, it is well with my soul.'

'It is well with my soul,

it is well, it is well

with my soul.'

Though Satan may buffet,

though trials may come,

let this calm assurance control:

that Christ knows my need

and my helplessness here

and has shed his own blood for my soul.

'It is well with my soul…'

The joy, O the joy

of this glorious thought!

my sin, not in part but the whole,

is nailed to his cross

and I bear it no more;

praise the Lord, praise the Lord,

O my soul!

'It is well with my soul…’

For me it is Christ,

it is Christ now to live!

Though death's waters over me roll,

no fear shall be mine,

for in death as in life

you will whisper your peace

to my soul.

'It is well with my soul,

it is well, it is well

with my soul.'

But, Lord, for your coming

in glory we wait;

the sky, not the grave, is our goal;

the trumpet shall sound

and the Lord shall descend:

bless the Lord, bless the Lord,

O my soul!

Philip Paul Bliss and Horatio G. Spafford

BIBLE READING: SARAH PAYNE

Psalm 121 (NIV) A song of ascents.

1 I lift up my eyes to the mountains—

where does my help come from? 2 My help comes from the Lord,

the Maker of heaven and earth.

3 He will not let your foot slip—

he who watches over you will not slumber; 4 indeed, he who watches over Israel

will neither slumber nor sleep.

5 The Lord watches over you—

the Lord is your shade at your right hand; 6 the sun will not harm you by day,

nor the moon by night.

7 The Lord will keep you from all harm—

he will watch over your life; 8 the Lord will watch over your coming and going

both now and for evermore.

BIBLE MINISTRY

AND CAN IT BE THAT I SHOULD GAIN

an interest in the Saviour's blood?

Died he for me, who caused his pain?

For me, who him to death pursued?

Amazing love! How can it be

that you, my God, should die for me?

Amazing love! How can it be

that you, my God, should die for me?

What mystery here! The Immortal dies!

Who can explore his strange design?

In vain the highest angel tries

to sound the depths of love divine!

What mercy this! Let earth adore,

let angel minds inquire no more.

What mercy this! Let earth adore,

let angel minds inquire no more.

He left his Father’s throne above—

so free, so infinite his grace—

humbled himself in all his love,

and bled for Adam’s helpless race.

What mercy this, immense and free;

for, O my God, it found out me!

What mercy this, immense and free;

for, O my God, it found out me!

Long my imprisoned spirit lay

fast bound in sin and nature’s night:

then shone your glorious gospel ray;

I woke! The dungeon flamed with light!

My chains fell off; my heart was free,

I rose, went forth and followed thee!

My chains fell off; my heart was free,

I rose, went forth and followed thee!

No condemnation now I dread!

Jesus, and all in him, is mine!

Alive in him, my living head,

and clothed in righteousness divine,

bold I approach the eternal throne

and claim the crown, through Christ my own;

bold I approach the eternal throne

and claim the crown, through Christ my own.

Thomas Campbell and Charles Wesley

CLOSING PRAYER

In memory of Jill, donations can be made to Macmillan Cancer Support at

www.justgiving.com/fundraising/yprobbiep1973

JILL’S TESTIMONY

Facebook Testimony

I just want to let people know that I have been living with pancreatic

cancer for some months but have now been told it is progressing and

I may have a couple of weeks to live.

I just want people to know that I am at peace with this because I

have my great faith in the Lord and we have nothing to fear because

Jesus is with me and guiding me home and I will be safe.

I know it will be a sad time but I ask for the Lord's strength to help

my loved ones through.

I am grateful for my wonderful family and for all their love and

support. I thank you for all your prayers and well wishes too.

❤ John 3:16

For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that

whoever believes in him shall not perish but have everlasting life ❤

Much love, Jill xxx

The daffodil was Jill's favourite flower and she loved this poem:

I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o'er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden daffodils;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the milky way,

They stretched in never-ending line

Along the margin of a bay:

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,

Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they

Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:

A poet could not but be gay,

In such a jocund company:

I gazed—and gazed—but little thought

What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood,

They flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude;

And then my heart with pleasure fills,

And dances with the daffodils.

By William Wordsworth

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