Julian Barrow. 28th August rd September St Luke s Church Monday 23rd September 2013 at noon

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1 Julian Barrow 28th August rd September 2013 St Luke s Church Monday 23rd September 2013 at noon

2 When Earth s Last Picture Is Painted Rudyard Kipling When Earth s last picture is painted and the tubes are twisted and dried, When the oldest colours have faded, and the youngest critic has died, We shall rest, and, faith, we shall need it lie down for an aeon or two, Till the Master of all Good Workmen shall put us to work anew. And those that were good shall be happy; they shall sit in a golden chair; They shall splash at a ten-league canvas with brushes of comets hair. They shall find real saints to draw from Magdalene, Peter and Paul; They shall work for an age at a sitting and never be tired at all! And only The Master shall praise us, and only The Master shall blame; And no one shall work for money, and no one shall work for fame, But each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star, Shall draw the Thing as he sees It for the God of Things as They are! Music before the service includes: Dvořák s New World Symphony Elgar s Nimrod from Enigma Variations

3 Order of Service The Sentences A General Thanksgiving Almighty God, Father of all mercies, we thine unworthy servants do give thee most humble and hearty thanks for all thy goodness and loving-kindness to us, and to all men. We bless thee for our creation, preservation, and all the blessings of this life; but above all, for thine inestimable love in the redemption of the world by our Lord Jesus Christ; for the means of grace, and for the hope of glory. And, we beseech thee, give us that due sense of all thy mercies, that our hearts may be unfeignedly thankful, and that we shew forth thy praise, not only with our lips, but in our lives; by giving up ourselves to thy service, and by walking before thee in holiness and righteousness all our days; through Jesus Christ our Lord, to whom with thee and the Holy Ghost be all honour and glory, world without end. Amen. 1. Praise, my soul, the King of Heaven, To his feet thy tribute bring; Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven, Who like me his praise should sing; Praise the everlasting King. Hymn 3. Father-like he tends and spares us, Well our feeble frame he knows; In his hands he gently bears us, Rescues us from all our foes; Widely as his mercy flows. 2. Praise him for his grace and favour, To our fathers in distress; Praise him still the same as ever, Slow to chide and swift to bless; Praise with us the God of grace. 4. Angels help us to adore him; Ye behold him face to face; Sun and moon, bow down before him, Dwellers all in time and space; Glorious in his faithfulness.

4 The Lesson 1 Thessalonians, Chapter 4: verses 13-end Read by Florence Barrow But I would not have you to be ignorant, brethren, concerning them which are asleep, that ye sorrow not, even as others which have no hope. For if we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so them also which sleep in Jesus will God bring with him. For this we say unto you by the word of the Lord, that we which are alive and remain unto the coming of the Lord shall not prevent them which are asleep. For the Lord himself shall descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the archangel, and with the trumpet of God: and the dead in Christ shall rise first: Then we which are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds, to meet the Lord in the air: and so shall we ever be with the Lord. Wherefore comfort one another with these words. Address Simon Barrow Music Panis Angelicus by César Franck The choir Poem Pictures by Lawrence Barrow for his uncle Read by Martin Barrow As swift as your brushstrokes That captured the fleeting clouds On a summer s afternoon, You have left this world. Was it you that I saw as I looked Up to the sky of cerulean, Was it you Uncle Julian?

5 I looked for you Along Venice s Grand Canal But did not find you, As it was you who did the looking for us. You saw the light on the bridge And painted it for us to see and Captured it with your hand and heart. As I walk in my mind down the street where you lived, I see you again and again Your cheery eyes, brisk walk and good humour. Now that you are gone I see you in your paintings: In the Bardini Gardens, The lighthouses of Maine, The ruins of Angkor Wat, Along the Thames, under the Brooklyn Bridge, At the Red Fort at dawn Overlooking the Jamuna River And countless other places. Cold winter morning, Buckets of brushes With their worn out bristles under The studio window Remind us of your existence here Together with the smell of oil and turpentine. Your pictures hang on many walls And continue to delight us You live on and wait for us By the entrance to The Garden of Eden.

6 Hymn Lord of all hopefulness, Lord of all joy, Whose trust, ever child-like, no cares could destroy. Be there at our waking, and give us, we pray, Your bliss in our hearts, Lord, at the break of the day. Lord of all eagerness, Lord of all faith, Whose strong hands were skilled at the plane and the lathe, Be there at our labours, and give us, we pray. Your strength in our hearts, Lord, at the noon of the day. Lord of all kindliness, Lord of all grace, Your hands swift to welcome, your arms to embrace, Be there at our homing, and give us, we pray, Your love in our hearts, Lord, at the eve of the day. Lord of all gentleness, Lord of all calm, Whose voice is contentment, whose presence is balm, Be there at our sleeping, and give us, we pray, Your peace in our hearts, Lord, at the end of the day. Reading Read by Richard Foster Death be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so; For those whom thou think st thou dost overthrow Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me. From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be, Much pleasure - then, from thee much more must flow, And soonest our best men with thee do go, Rest of their bones and souls delivery. Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings and desperate men, And doth with poison, war and sickness dwell; And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well, And better than thy stroke. Why swell st thou then? One short sleep past, we wake eternally, And Death shall be no more. Death, thou shalt die. John Donne

7 Solo Litanei Auf Das Fest Aller Seelen (Litany for the Feast of All Souls) by Franz Schubert Rest in peace, all souls Who have had done with anxious torment, Who have had done with sweet dreams Who, sated with life and hardly born, Have departed from this world: All souls rest in peace! All the souls, who, full of clarity, Became martyrs to Truth Struggling for sacred faith But seeking not the martyr s crown: All who have parted from here, All souls rest in peace! And those happy ones in the rose garden Tarrying with their joyous cups, But then, in one horrible moment, Tasting the bitter dregs at last; All who have parted from here All souls rest in peace!

8 Address Andrew Barrow Prayers The Lord s Prayer Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy Name. Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. For thine is the kingdom, the power and the glory, for ever and ever. Amen. Music The choir sings: God be in my head, and in my understanding; God be in mine eyes, and in my looking; God be in my mouth, and in my speaking; God be in my heart, and in my thinking; God be at mine end, and at my departing. H Walford Davies

9 The Commendation Hymn Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord; He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword: His truth is marching on. Glory! Glory alleluia! His truth is marching on. He hath sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat; He is sifting out the hearts of men before his judgement seat: O be swift, my soul, to answer him; be jubilant my feet! Our God is marching on: I have seen him in the watch fires of a hundred circling camps: They have builded him an altar in the evening dews and damps, I have read his righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps; His day is marching on: In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, With a glory in his bosom that transfigures you and me; As he died to make me holy, let us live to make men free, While God is marching on: Julia Ward Howe

10 The Blessing THE COMMITTAL The congregation remains seated while the choir sings: Va Pensiero from Verdi s Nabucco and The organist plays Cavalleria Rusticana The family invite you to join them in Chelsea Town Hall after the service. Donations, if wished, to Wiltshire Air Ambulance, Artists General Benevolent Fund or St Luke s and Christ Church, Chelsea.

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12 The service is conducted by The Reverend Prebendary Dr Brian Leathard Director of Music: Jeremy Summerley Organist: Rupert Jeffcoat Ushers Andrew Parker Bowles Thomas Barrow Robin Berkeley Richard Foster Richard Harington Alistair Harington Luke Martineau Christopher Miers Tom Reed Life is mostly froth and bubble, Two things stand like stone. Kindness in another s trouble, Courage in your own. Adam Lindsay Gordon Chelsea Funeral Directors 260b Fulham Road, London SW10 9EL Telephone: