John William Warner February 18, 1927–May 25, 2021
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In Celebration of and In Thanksgiving for the Life of John William Warner February 18, 1927–May 25, 2021 June 23, 2021 11:00 am The Cathedral Church of Saint Peter & Saint Paul United States Senator 1979–2009 United States Secretary of the Navy 1972–1974 2 In Celebration of and In Thanksgiving for the Life of John William Warner February 18, 1927–May 25, 2021 The people’s responses are in bold. carillon prelude Chorale Partita IV “St. Anne” John Courter (1941–2010) God of Our Fathers National Hymn; arr. Edward M. Nassor (b. 1957) Eternal Father, Strong to Save Melita; arr. Sally Slade Warner (1932–2009) America the Beautiful Materna; arr. Milford Myhre (b. 1931) On Eagle’s Wings Michael Joncas (b. 1951); arr. Richard Giszczak (b. 1948) Highland Cathedral Ulrich Roever (1934–1997) and Michael Korb (b. 1960); arr. E. Nassor instrumental prelude Aria, BWV 1068/II Johann Sebastian Bach (1685–1750); arr. Leopold Stokowski (1882–1977) Schmücke dich, o liebe Seele, BWV 654 J. S. Bach “O Waly, Waly” from Suite for Strings John Rutter (b. 1945) “Empathy” from Journey to Wholeness Angela Kraft Cross (b. 1958) Adagio for Strings Samuel Barber (1910–1981) “Praeludium” from Suite circulaire, Op. 1289 Carson Cooman (b. 1982) The people remain seated as the family enters. anthem The Road Home Sung by the choir. Stephen Paulus (1949–2014) Tell me, where is the road After wind, after rain, Rise up, follow me, I can call my own, When the dark is done. Come away, is the call, That I left, that I lost, As I wake from a dream With the love in your heart So long ago? In the gold of day, As the only song; All these years I have wandered, Through the air there's a calling There is no such beauty Oh, when will I know From far away, As where you belong: There's a way, there's a road There's a voice I can hear Rise up, follow me, That will lead me home. That will lead me home. I will lead you home. (Michael Dennis Browne, b. 1940) The people stand as able. 1 the reception of the body Officiant With faith in Jesus Christ, we receive the body of our brother John William Warner for burial. Let us pray with confidence to God, the Giver of life, that he will raise him to perfection in the company of the saints. Silence is kept. Officiant Deliver your servant, John, Sovereign Lord Christ, from all evil and set him free from every bond; that he may rest with all your saints in the eternal habitations, where with the Father and the Holy Spirit you live and reign, one God, for ever and ever. People Amen. Officiant Let us also pray for all who mourn, that they may cast their care on God, and know the consolation of his love. Silence is kept. Officiant Almighty God, look with pity upon the sorrows of your servants for whom we pray. Remember them, Lord, in mercy; nourish them in patience; comfort them with a sense of your goodness; lift up your countenance upon them and give them peace; through Jesus Christ our Lord. People Amen. The bourdon bell tolls at the procession. the anthems in procession I am Resurrection and I am Life, says the Lord. Whoever has faith in me shall have life, even though he die. And everyone who has life, and has committed himself to me in faith, shall not die for ever. As for me, I know that my Redeemer lives and that at the last he will stand upon the earth. After my awaking, he will raise me up; and in my body I shall see God. I myself shall see, and my eyes behold him who is my friend and not a stranger. For none of us has life in himself, and none becomes his own master when he dies. For if we have life, we are alive in the Lord, and if we die, we die in the Lord. So, then, whether we live or die, we are the Lord’s possession. Happy from now on are those who die in the Lord! So it is, says the Spirit, for they rest from their labors. welcome The Very Reverend Randolph Marshall Hollerith 2 hymn O God, Our Help in Ages Past Sung by all. St. Anne The people are seated. tributes The Honorable Joseph R. Biden, Jr. Admiral Michael G. Mullen, USN, retired anthem You Raise Me Up Sung by the cantor. Rolf Løvland (b. 1955) When I am down and, oh my soul, so weary You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains When troubles come and my heart burdened be You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas Then, I am still and wait here in the silence I am strong, when I am on your shoulders Until you come and sit awhile with me. You raise me up to more than I can be. You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas I am strong, when I am on your shoulders I am strong, when I am on your shoulders You raise me up to more than I can be. You raise me up to more than I can be. You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains (Brendan Graham, b. 1945) You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas I am strong, when I am on your shoulders You raise me up to more than I can be. 3 tributes The Honorable Mark R. Warner The Honorable Timothy M. Kaine The people stand as able. the collect for burial Officiant The Lord be with you. People And also with you. Officiant Let us pray. O God, whose mercies cannot be numbered: Accept our prayers on behalf of your servant John, and grant him an entrance into the land of light and joy, in the fellowship of your saints; through Jesus Christ our Lord, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, now and for ever. People Amen. the collect for those who mourn Most merciful God, whose wisdom is beyond our understanding: deal graciously with John’s family and friends in their grief. Surround them with your love, that they may not be overwhelmed by their loss, but have confidence in your goodness, and strength to meet the days to come; through Jesus Christ our Lord. People Amen. The people are seated. the first lesson Read by Mary Conover. Ecclesiastes 3:1-15 For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted; a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; a time to throw away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; a time to seek, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to throw away; a time to tear, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; a time to love, and a time to hate; a time for war, and a time for peace. What gain have the workers from their toil? I have seen the business that God has given to everyone to be busy with. He has made everything suitable for its time; moreover he has put a sense of past and future into their minds, yet they cannot find out what God has done from the beginning to the end. I know that there is nothing better for them than to be happy and enjoy themselves as long as they live; moreover, it is God’s gift that all should eat and drink and take pleasure in all their toil. I know that whatever God does endures forever; nothing can be added to it, nor anything taken from it; God has done this, so that all should stand in awe before him. That which is, already has been; that which is to be, already is; and God seeks out what has gone by. Reader The Word of the Lord. People Thanks be to God. 4 Sung by the cantor. psalm 23 Led by Rita Meyer. The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures; he leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul; he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his Name’s sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil; for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies; thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever. the second lesson O Ship of State Read by Virginia Warner. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807–1882) Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State! Sail on, O Union, strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, Is hanging breathless on thy fate! We know what Master laid thy keel, What Workmen wrought thy ribs of steel, Who made each mast, and sail, and rope, What anvils rang, what hammers beat, In what a forge and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope! Fear not each sudden sound and shock, 'Tis of the wave and not the rock; 'Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale! In spite of rock and tempest's roar, In spite of false lights on the shore, Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee.