St Margaret’s Church
Westminster Abbey
A Service of Thanksgiving
for the Life and Work of
BARONESS PARK OF MONMOUTH
CMG OBE
1921–2010
Tuesday 26 October 2010
Noon
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The whole of the church is served by a hearing loop. Users should turn
their hearing aid to the setting marked T.
Members of the congregation are kindly requested to refrain from using
private cameras, video, or sound recording equipment. Please ensure
that mobile phones, pagers, and other electronic devices are switched
off.
The service is conducted by The Reverend Andrew Tremlett, Rector of
St Margaret’s Church and Canon of Westminster.
The service is sung by the Choir of St Margaret’s Church, conducted by
Aidan Oliver, Director of Music.
The organ is played by Thomas Trotter.
The trumpeter is Paul Sharp.
Music before the service:
The Organist plays:
Movements from Water Music
George Frideric Handel (1685–1759)
Nimrod from Variations on an
Original Theme for orchestra Op 36 ‘Enigma’
Edward Elgar
(1857–1934)
The Lord Mayor of Westminster is received at the East Door by the
Rector and conducted to her seat. All stand, and then sit.
The Lord Speaker and the Clerk of the Parliaments are received at the
East Door by the Rector and conducted to their seats. All stand, and
then sit.
Hymns covered by Christian Copyright Licensing (Europe) Ltd are reproduced under CCL no 1040271.
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ORDER OF SERVICE
All stand as the Choir and Clergy enter.
All remain standing. The Choir sings
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THE INTROIT
WILL lift up mine eyes unto the hills: from whence cometh my help.
My help cometh even from the Lord: who hath made heaven and
earth.
The Lord himself is thy keeper: the Lord is thy defence upon thy right
hand;
so that the sun shall not burn thee by day: neither the moon by night.
The Lord shall preserve thy going out, and thy coming in: from this
time forth for evermore.
Philip Ledger (b 1937)
Psalm 121: 1–2, 5–6, 8
All remain standing. Canon Tremlett says
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THE BIDDING
E gather today to celebrate the life of a remarkable woman, an
outstanding servant of our national security, and a contributor to
many fields of our public life, Baroness Park of Monmouth.
A ‘child of the Empire’, Daphne Park’s early years in Africa animated
her passion for the service of her country, its protection and defence.
Her contribution to the safety of British subjects in the Congo and in
Hanoi was recognised in her Honours’ citations. Above all, she rightly
earned a reputation for being discreet in counsel, trustworthy among
colleagues, and perceptive in her analysis of political situations.
After her retirement from the Service, her considerable energies were
channelled into the University of Oxford, Somerville College, the BBC,
and the British Library among others. Her Life Peerage gave her a
platform from which to contribute in the public sphere to defence and
security issues.
As we recall Daphne’s courage in ‘dangerous places’, we pray also for
those who continue the work on which our nation depends and we give
thanks for her life in the words of the General Thanksgiving:
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A
LMIGHTY 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 for 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.
All sing
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THE HYMN
RAISE to the Lord, the Almighty, the King of creation;
O my soul, praise him, for he is thy health and salvation:
come ye who hear,
brothers and sisters draw near,
praise him in glad adoration.
Praise to the Lord, who o’er all things so wondrously reigneth,
shelters thee under his wings, yea, so gently sustaineth:
hast thou not seen
all that is needful hath been
granted in what he ordaineth?
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Praise to the Lord, who doth prosper thy work and defend thee;
surely his goodness and mercy here daily attend thee;
ponder anew
all the Almighty can do,
he who with love doth befriend thee.
Praise to the Lord! O let all that is in me adore him!
all that hath life and breath come now with praises before him!
Let the Amen
sound from his people again:
gladly for ay we adore him.
Lobe den Herren 440 NEH
Praxis Pietatis Melica 1668
Joachim Neander (1650–80)
translated by Catherine Winkworth (1827–78)
and Rupert Davies (1909–94)
All sit. The Right Honourable The Lord Strathclyde, Leader of the
House of Lords, reads
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EPHESIANS 6: 10–18
INALLY, be strong in the Lord and in the strength of his power. Put
on the whole armour of God, so that you may be able to stand
against the wiles of the devil. For our struggle is not against enemies of
blood and flesh, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against
the cosmic powers of this present darkness, against the spiritual forces
of evil in the heavenly places. Therefore take up the whole armour of
God, so that you may be able to withstand on that evil day, and having
done everything, to stand firm. Stand therefore, and fasten the belt of
truth around your waist, and put on the breastplate of righteousness. As
shoes for your feet put on whatever will make you ready to proclaim the
gospel of peace. With all of these, take the shield of faith, with which
you will be able to quench all the flaming arrows of the evil one. Take
the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word
of God. Pray in the Spirit at all times in every prayer and supplication.
To that end keep alert and always persevere in supplication for all the
saints.
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All remain seated. Dame Emma Kirkby sings
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SCHAFE KÖNNEN SICHER WEIDEN
CHAFE können sicher weiden,
Wo ein guter Hirte wacht.
Wo Regentum wohl regieren,
Kann man Ruh und Friede spüren
Und was Länder glücklich macht.
Sheep may safely graze,
Where a good shepherd keeps watch.
Where rulers govern well,
One may sense both peace and calm
And all that makes a land content.
Johann Sebastian Bach (1685–1750)
from Was mir behagt,
ist nur die muntre Jagd BWV 208
All stand to sing
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Salomo Franck (1659–1725)
translated by Richard Stokes
A TRIBUTE
by
Sir Mark Allen CMG
THE HYMN
VOW to thee, my country, all earthly things above,
entire and whole and perfect, the service of my love:
the love that asks no question, the love that stands the test,
that lays upon the altar the dearest and the best;
the love that never falters, the love that pays the price,
the love that makes undaunted the final sacrifice.
And there’s another country, I’ve heard of long ago,
most dear to them that love her, most great to them that know;
we may not count her armies, we may not see her King;
her fortress is a faithful heart, her pride is suffering;
and soul by soul and silently her shining bounds increase,
and her ways are ways of gentleness and all her paths are peace.
Thaxted 295 AMNS
Gustav Holst (1874–1934)
Cecil Spring Rice (1859–1918)
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All sit. Ms Alixe Buckerfield de la Roche reads
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from ULYSSES
CANNOT rest from travel: I will drink
Life to the lees: all times I have enjoyed
Greatly, have suffered greatly, both with those
That loved me, and alone; on shore, and when
Through scudding drifts the rainy Hyades
Vext the dim sea: I am become a name;
For always roaming with a hungry heart
Much have I seen and known; cities of men
And manners, climates, councils, governments,
Myself not least, but honoured of them all;
And drunk delight of battle with my peers,
Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy.
I am a part of all that I have met;
Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough
Gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fades
For ever and for ever when I move.
How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnished, not to shine in use!
As though to breathe were life. Life piled on life
Were all too little, and of one to me
Little remains: but every hour is saved
From that eternal silence, something more,
A bringer of new things; and vile it were
For some three suns to store and hoard myself,
And this gray spirit yearning in desire
To follow knowledge like a sinking star,
Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.
This is my son, mine own Telemachus,
To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle—
Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfil
This labour, by slow prudence to make mild
A rugged people, and through soft degrees
Subdue them to the useful and the good.
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Most blameless is he, centred in the sphere
Of common duties, decent not to fail
In offices of tenderness, and pay
Meet adoration to my household gods,
When I am gone. He works his work, I mine.
There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail:
There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners,
Souls that have toiled, and wrought, and thought with me—
That ever with a frolic welcome took
The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed
Free hearts, free foreheads—you and I are old;
Old age hath yet his honour and his toil;
Death closes all: but something ere the end,
Some work of noble note, may yet be done,
Not unbecoming men that strove with gods.
The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks:
The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep
Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends,
‘Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down:
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
Though much is taken, much abides; and though
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809–92)
THE ADDRESS
by
The Most Honourable The Marquess of Salisbury PC DL
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All remain seated. The Choir sings
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THE ANTHEM
WAS glad when they said unto me: We will go into the house of
the Lord.
For thither the tribes go up, even the tribes of the Lord: to testify unto
Israel, and to give thanks unto the Name of the Lord.
For there is the seat of judgement: even the seat of the house of
David.
O pray for the peace of Jerusalem: they shall prosper that love thee.
Peace be within thy walls: and plenteousness within thy palaces.
Glory be to the Father, and to the Son: and to the Holy Ghost;
as it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be: world without
end. Amen.
Henry Purcell (1659–95)
Organist of Westminster Abbey 1679–95
Psalm 122
All kneel or remain seated. The Reverend Michael Macey, Minor Canon
of Westminster, leads
THE PRAYERS
Let us pray for those who were closest to Daphne, for her friends and
colleagues: that they may continue to be inspired by her memory and
comforted in their loss.
M
ERCIFUL God, hear us as we remember Daphne with love. We
thank thee for the gift of her life and for the privilege of sharing
that life. Help us to see beyond our grief, inspire us to live with faith
renewed, and strengthen us to deepen our trust in thee, through Jesus
Christ our Lord. Amen.
We give thanks for Daphne’s service and devotion to this Nation: for
her commitment to peace and justice; for her counsel and guidance; and
especially for her work in the Intelligence Services.
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LORD God, when thou givest to thy servants to endeavour any
great matter, grant us also to know that it is not the beginning, but
the continuing of the same, until it be thoroughly finished, which
yieldeth the true glory: through him who for the finishing of thy work
laid down his life, Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.
Sir Francis Drake (c 1540–96)
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Giving thanks to God for Daphne’s service to the nation in politics in
the Palace of Westminster, let us pray for all who labour there for the
wellbeing of this land.
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LMIGHTY God, by whom alone kings reign, and princes decree
justice; and from whom alone cometh all counsel, wisdom, and
understanding: we most humbly beseech thee to send down thy
heavenly wisdom from above to direct and guide thy servants who sit as
representatives of the people in Parliament. Grant we beseech thee,
that, having thy grace always before their eyes, and laying aside all
private interests, prejudices, and partial affections, the result of their
labours may be the glory of thy blessed Name, the maintenance of true
religion and justice, and the wealth, peace, and tranquillity of all our
people. And so unite and knit together the hearts of all our people in
true Christian love and charity that we may ever praise thee in thy Son
Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.
The Parliamentary Prayer
We give thanks for Daphne’s intellectual prowess: for her ability to
connect and communicate with all; for her exacting standards and for
her wit and sense of fun.
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EAVENLY Father, with whom are hid the treasures of wisdom and
knowledge, and who hast permitted men and women of our day
to learn the things kept secret since the foundation of the world: we give
thee most hearty thanks for all the gifts and blessings of mind thou didst
give to thy servant Daphne, and for the way in which she inspired others
in the pursuit of knowledge and wisdom; we beseech thee, in thy mercy,
to save thy children from misusing these thy gifts for selfish and
destructive ends; and grant them grace to use them only for thy glory
and the good of all humanity, through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.
In joyful hope of the resurrection let us pray that, like Daphne, we may
share in the joys of the resurrection and of that eternal city.
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RING us, O Lord God, at our last awakening into the house and
gate of heaven, to enter into that gate and dwell in that house,
where there shall be no darkness nor dazzling, but one equal light; no
noise nor silence, but one equal music; no fears nor hopes, but one equal
possession; no ends nor beginnings, but one equal eternity; in the
habitations of thy glory and dominion world without end. Amen.
after John Donne (1572–1631)
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All these our prayers let us offer to the Father in the words our Saviour
Christ gave us:
O
UR 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.
All stand to sing
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THE HYMN
INE 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, Hallelujah!
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.
Glory, glory, Hallelujah!
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.
Glory, glory, Hallelujah!
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 men holy, let us live to make men free,
while God is marching on.
Glory, glory, Hallelujah!
While God is marching on.
Battle-Hymn of the Republic 242 H&P
traditional American melody
collected and edited by William Steffe (1830–90)
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Julia Ward Howe (1819–1910)
All remain standing for
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THE BLESSING
O forth into the world in peace; be of good courage; hold fast that
which is good; render to no-one evil for evil; strengthen the fainthearted; support the weak; help the afflicted; honour all people; love and
serve the Lord, rejoicing in the power of the Holy Spirit; and the
blessing of God almighty, the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, be
amongst you and remain with you always.
The Choir sings:
William Smith (1603–45)
Amen
All remain standing as the Clergy depart.
Music after the service:
John Stanley (1712–86)
Trumpet Voluntary
Johann Sebastian Bach
Prelude and Fugue in G BWV 541
Members of the Congregation are requested to remain in their
places until invited to move by the Stewards.
There will be a retiring collection in aid of the work of FANY (Princess
Royal’s Volunteer Corps).
The bells of St Margaret’s Church are rung by the St Margaret’s Society
of Change Ringers.
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