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Published by jneichelle.spence, 2021-09-19 16:07:29

Funeral Program- Dorrell Bryan

Funeral Program- Dorrell Bryan

THANKSGIVING SERVICE
for the life of

Dorrell Gail Bryan (“Da”)
August 7, 1969- August 22, 2021

At
Her Residence, Raymonds District, Clarendon
on Friday September 24, 2021 at 10:00 a.m.

OFFICIATING MINISTERS
Pastor Paul Linton

ORDER OF SERVICE

Opening Sentences Pastor Paul Linton
“How Great Thou Art”
Opening Hymn

O Lord my God, when I in awesome wonder
Consider all the worlds thy hands have made,
I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder,
Thy power throughout the universe displayed:

Chorus

Then sings my soul, my Savior God, to thee:
How great thou art! How great thou art!
Then sings my soul, my Savior God, to thee:
How great thou art! How great thou art!

When through the woods and forest glades I wander
And hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees,
When I look down from lofty mountain grandeur,
And hear the brook and feel the gentle breeze:

Chorus

And when I think that God, his Son not sparing,
Sent him to die, I scarce can take it in,
That on the cross, my burden gladly bearing,
He bled and died to take away my sin.

Chorus

When Christ shall come with shout of acclamation
And take me home, what joy shall fill my heart!
Then I shall bow in humble adoration,
And there proclaim, My God, how great thou art!

Opening Prayer

1st Lesson Ecclesiastes 3: 1-14
Krystal Richards (Daughter-in-Law)

2nd Lesson 1st Thessalonians 4:13-18
James Lattibeaudiere (Nephew-in-Law)

Tributes (1)
(2) Jamalco- Department Supervisor
(3) Daphne Johnson Green

Eulogy Neichelle Lattibeaudiere (Niece)

Offertory Hymn “When They Ring Those Golden Bells”

Offering in aid of the church building
fund of the Greater Refuge Bible Way
Apostolic Church

1. There’s a land beyond the river,

That we call the sweet forever,
And we only reach that shore by faith’s decree;
One by one we’ll gain the portals,

There to dwell with the immortals,

When they ring the golden bells for you and me.

Chorus:
Don’t you hear the bells now ringing.
Don’t you hear the angels singing?
’Tis the glory hallelujah

Jubilee.

In that far off sweet forever,

Just beyond the shining river,

When they ring the golden bells for you and me.

2. We shall know no sin or sorrow,
In that haven of tomorrow,
When our barque shall sail beyond the silver sea;
We shall only know the blessing
Of our Father’s sweet caressing,
When they ring the golden bells for you and me. [Chorus]

3. When our days shall know their number,
And in death we sweetly slumber,
When the King commands the spirit to be free;
Nevermore with anguish laden,
We shall reach that lovely Aiden,
When they ring the golden bells for you and me. [Chorus]

Sermon Pastor Paul Linton

Prayer for the Bereaved Family

Recessional Hymn

TRIBUTES

AT THE GRAVESIDE

Floral Tribute The Bereaved Family

Service of Committal Pastor Paul Linton
Hymn: “When We All Get to Heaven”

1. Sing the wondrous love of Jesus,
Sing His mercy and His grace;
In the mansions bright and blessed
He'll prepare for us a place.

Chorus:
When we all get to heaven,
what a day of rejoicing that will be!
When we all see Jesus,
we'll sing and shout the victory!

2. While we walk the pilgrim pathway
Clouds will overspread the sky;
But when trav'ling days are over
Not a shadow, not a sigh. [Chorus]

3. Let us then be true and faithful,
Trusting, serving ev'ry day;
Just one glimpse of Him in glory
Will the toils of life repay. [Chorus]

4. Onward to the prize before us!
Soon His beauty we'll behold;
Soon the pearly gates will open–
We shall tread the streets of gold. [Chorus]

PALL BEARERS
Chad Carnegie (Son)
Kevrahn Spence (Son)
Kenval Bryan (Brother)
Rosheide Spence (Nephew)
Haniff Watson (Nephew)
Dalton Williams (Nephew)

Do Not Stand At my Grave And Weep
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I did not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.

I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there, I did not die.
- Mary Elizabeth Frye

ACKNOWLEDGEMENT
The family of the late, Dorrell Gail Bryan, acknowledges with deep appreciation your
kind and thoughtful expression of sympathy during this time of loss.


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