Robinson, Powell Montagu Service Sheet 2003

Powell Montagu Robinson

12 October 1920 – 1 September 2003

In Loving Memory of

Powell Montagu Robinson (Robbie) Q.S.M.
R.N.Z.A.F. No. 424810

1 September 2003

Service held at
St Paul’s Presbyterian Church
Tennyson Street Napier

On Wednesday 3 September 2003

At 11 a.m.

Followed by a private cremation

OFFICIANT:   Revd. Ernest Brown
ORGANIST:   Douwe Wierdsma
FUNERAL DIRECTOR:   Don Carter
Dunstalls Funeral Service, Napier

The Family sincerely thank you for your presence here today and following this service you are invited to join with them in the lounge adjacent to the church, for a time of fellowship and refreshments.

HYMN:

HOW GREAT THOU ART

O Lord my God! When I in awesome wonder,
Consider all the works Thy hands have made,
I see the stars, I hear the mighty thunder,
Thy pow’r throughout the universe displayed;

Chorus

Then sings my soul, my saviour God to Thee;
How great Thou art, how great Thou art!
Then sings my soul, my saviour 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!
And I shall bow in humble adoration
And there proclaim, my God, how great Thou art!

Chorus

HYMN:

THE LORD’S MY SHEPHERD

The Lord’s my Shepherd, Ill not want,
He makes me down to lie,
In pastures green, He leadeth me,
The quiet waters by.

My soul He doth restore again,
And me to walk doth make,
Within the paths of righteousness,
E’en for His own name’s sake.

Yea, though I walk in death’s dark vale,
Yet will I fear no ill,
For Thou art with me, and Thy rod
And staff me comfort still.

My table Thou hast furnished
In presence of my foes,
My head Thou dost with oil anoint,
And my cup overflows.

Goodness and mercy all my life,
Shall surely follow me,
And in God’s house for evermore
My dwelling-place shall be.