From a funeral bulletin. Hopefully, the deceased had a sense of humor.
And this – dear pastors, music directors, organists, church secretaries, and anyone else hanging around – this is why you always proofread.
Oh, Lord my God,
When I in awesome wonder
Consider all the words thy hands have made
I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder
Thy power throughout the universe displayed
Then things my soul, my saviour God, to thee
How Great Thou Art,
How Great Thou Art
Then things my soul, my saviour God, to thee
How Great Thou Art,
How Great Thou Art
Then Christ shall come with shout of a acclamation, and take me home,
What joy shall fill my heart
Then I shall bow, in humble abortion and there proclaimed, my God
How Great Thou Art,
Then sings my soul, my saviour God, to thee
How Great Thou Art,
How Great Thou Art
Then things my soul, my saviour God, to thee
How Great Thou Art,
How Great Thou Art
How Great Thou Art
How Great Thou Art
Photo:
Personal photo, used by permission