PALLBEARERS
H.N.BROWN C. F. COOKE JOHN S. FRINK CLYDE W. HAMILTON J. C. HARRISON
J. M. JOHNSON N. K. McMILLAN DR. J. L. D. PALMER
E. L. SIMON RoBERT L. STEVENSON
HONORARY PALLBEARERS
OFFICERS OF ATLANTA LIFE INSURANCE COMPANY THE BOARD OF TRUSTEES, FIRST CONGREGATIONAL CHURCH THE BoARD oF DEACONS, FIRST CoNGREGATIONAL CHURCH THE BoARD oF DEACONESSES, FIRST CoNGREGATIONAL CHURCH
HE LEADETH ME
He leadeth fr!e: 0 blessed thought, 0 words with heavenly comfort fraught! Whate'er I do, where'er I be, Still 'tis God's hand that leadeth me.
Refrain: He leadeth me, He leadeth me; By His own hand he leadeth me: His faithful follower I would be, For by His hand He leadeth me.
Lord, I would clasp Thy hand in mine, Nor ever murmur nor repine; Content, whatever lot I see, Since 'tis my God that leadeth me.
And when my task on earth is done, When by Thy grace the victory's won, E'en death'scold wave I will not flee Since God through Jordan leadeth me.
FOR
NORRIS BUMSTEAD HERNDON
THURSDAY, THE NINTH OF JUNE NINETEEN HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-SEVEN
NOON
FIRST CONGREGATIONAL CHURCH, U.C.C.
CoURTLAND AND HousTON STREETS ATLANTA, GEORGIA
HOMER C. McEWEN, D.D., Pastor
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It is not time alone whose steady, pulsing tide Compels our flight across the endlessness of space. There moves through all there is of oceans amplified, The surging, saving might of God's undaunted grace.
Caught in this existential flood of circumstance, Our anxious, wavering minds extract scant meaning From Life's brief, tantalizing, melancholy dance Which starts with birth and ends with death's sad keening.
Though we assail the awesome void with plaintive voice, Imploring all the cherished dead we sadly mourn, There comes to make the yearning, anguished heart rejoice No reassuring answer from that misty bourne.
But often in the long, quiet reaches of the night, When loneliness intensifies the will to be, There steals across the somber shadow of death's blight The wistful, vagrant hope of man's eternity.
A vague, inconstant light, sustained by nothing sure, Surviving on the poignant hope that God has willed That in the aftermath man's spirit shall endure Long after all the strivings of the flesh are stilled.
Though time shall bring our mortal fraFnes down to the sod Its sweep cannot out-run the mercy of our God.
HoMER C. McEwEN, SR.
PRELUDE- "Air In F Major"
Handel
PROCESSIONAL-SENTENCES- "Funeral March" . . Beethoven
THE INVOCATION . ........ . .. . . Rev. Homer C. McEwen, Sr.
A HYMN- "He Leadeth Me: 0 Blessed Thought"
Bradbury
CoMFORT FRoM THE ScRIPTUREs: Psalm 46 Revelation 21:1-6
Dr. Benjamin E. Mays Bishop Harold I. Bearden
A STATEMENT: Mr. Jesse Hill, Jr., President, Atlanta Life Insurance Company
A SoLo - "Vale" (Farewell)
... . . . ..... . . D'Arcy
Ms. Zelda Kennedy
THE EuLOGY
Rev. McEwen
A MEDLEY- "Hymns of Faith" .. . .. . .. Dr. G. Johnson Hubert
BENEDICTION
Rev. Martin Luther King, Sr.
RECESSIONAL - "Funeral March"
Beethoven
This service will be concluded at SouTHVIEW CEMETERY