Funeral rites 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

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