Funeral Service
of
Pastor Thomas Philip Hill
23rd May 1943 - 27th September 2023
held at the
Miners' Chapel, St Just in Penwith
Cornwall
Tue 10th October 2023
Service conducted by Mr Mike Lynch, Elder CFBC
Address by Mr Philip Hambridge, Elder Cowley Hill FC
Funeral Director: W C Matthews & Son
HYMNS
Far off I see the goal
TUNE: MOAB
[John Roberts (Ieuan Gwyllt), 1822-77]
1. Far off I see the goal;
O Saviour, guide me;
I feel my strength is small;
Be thou beside me:
With vision ever clear,
With love that conquers fear,
And grace to persevere,
O Lord, provide me.
2. Whene’er Thy way seems strange,
Go Thou before me;
And, lest my heart should change,
O Lord, watch o’er me;
But, should my faith prove frail,
And I through blindness fail,
O let Thy grace prevail,
And still restore me.
3. Should earthly pleasures wane,
And joy forsake me,
If lonely hours of pain
At length o’ertake me,
My hand in Thine hold fast
Till sorrow be o’erpast,
And gentle death at last
For heaven awake me.
4. There with the ransomed throng
Who praise for ever
The love that made them strong
To serve for ever,
I too would seek Thy face,
Thy finished work retrace,
And magnify Thy grace,
Redeemed for ever.
Robert Rowland Roberts, 1865-1945
I will sing the wondrous story
TUNE: HYFRYDOL
[ROWLAND HUGH PRICHARD, 1811-87]
1. I will sing the wondrous story
Of the Christ who died for me;
How He left His home in glory
For the cross of Calvary.
I was lost: but Jesus found me,
Found the sheep that went astray;
Threw His loving arms around me,
Drew me back into His way.
2. I was bruised; but Jesus healed me -
Faint was I from many a fall;
Sight was gone, and fears possessed me:
But He freed me from them all.
Days of darkness still come o'er me;
Sorrow's paths I often tread;
But the Saviour still is with me,
By His hand I'm safely led.
3. He will keep me till the river
Rolls its waters at my feet:
Then He'll bear me safely over,
Where the loved ones I shall meet.
Yes, I'll sing the wondrous story
Of the Christ who died for me;
Sing it with the saints in glory,
Gathered by the crystal sea.
Francis Harold Rawley, 1854-1952
The sands of time are sinking
TUNE: RUTHERFORD
[CRÈTIEN URHAN, 1790-1845]
1. The sands of time are sinking;
The dawn of heaven breaks;
The summer morn I’ve sighed for,
The fair, sweet morn, awakes:
Dark, dark hath been the midnight,
But day-spring is at hand,
And glory, glory dwelleth
In Immanuel’s land.
2. The King there, in His beauty,
Without a veil is seen;
It were a well-spent journey,
Though seven deaths lay between;
The Lamb with His fair army
Doth on Mount Zion stand,
And glory, glory dwelleth
In Immanuel’s land.
3. O Christ, He is the fountain,
The deep, sweet well of love;
The streams on earth I’ve tasted,
More deep I’ll drink above;
There, to an ocean fulness,
His mercy doth expand,
And glory, glory dwelleth
In Immanuel’s land.
4. With mercy and with judgment
My web of time He wove,
And aye the dews of sorrow
Were lustred with His love:
I’ll bless the hand that guided,
I’ll bless the heart that planned,
When throned where glory dwelleth
In Immanuel’s land.
5. The bride eyes not her garment,
But her dear bridegroom’s face;
I will not gaze at glory,
But on my King of grace;
Not at the crown He giveth,
But on His pierced hand:
The Lamb is all the glory
Of Immanuel’s land.
6. I’ve wrestled on towards heaven,
‘Gainst storm and wind and tide;
Now, like a weary traveller
That leans upon his guide,
Amid the shades of evening,
While sinks life’s lingering sand,
I hail the glory dawning
From Immanuel’s land.
Anne Ross Cousin, 1824-1906