Celebrating The Life of Victor H. Gordon October 3, 1923 Service Friday, August 5, 2011-11:00 a.m. July 28, 2011 191-02 Linden Blvd St. Albans, NY 11412 Dr. Sherby E. Clarke, Officiating
Opening Hymn... Praise My Soul The King Of Heaven Prayer... Dr. Sherby E. Clarke First Lesson... John 14:1-6 - Mr. David Dressekie Remembrance... Major Seth Dressekie Hymn... Great Is Thy Faithfulness Second Lesson... 1 Corinthians 13 - Ms. Karis Davis Eulogy... Dr. Sherby E. Clarke Hymn... How Great Thou Art Benediction Interment Maple Grove Cemetery Kew Gardens, New York
Victor Henrique Gordon was born on October 3, 1923 in St. Andrew, Jamaica, W.I. to Judith Howell nee Rainford and Claudius Gordon. He grew up in Glengoffe, St. Catherine, eventually moving to Kingston where he attended Kingston Technical High School. After graduation he held a variety of jobs in Jamaica including police officer and surveyor. In the late sixties he emigrated to the United States settling in New York, where he reunited with and married his childhood sweetheart, Sheila. He worked for years with the Carpenter s Union as a bookkeeper and surveyor retiring in 1985. Victor is survived by his wife Sheila, daughters Beverly, Barbara and Judith, sisters Dotsy, Jasmine, Minette and Dorothy, step-son Seth, grandchildren, great grandchildren, other family members and friends. May his soul rest in peace.
I d like the memory of me to be a happy one, I d like to leave an after glow Of smiles when life is done. I d like to leave an echo whispering softly down the waves, Of happy times and laughing times, and bright and sunny days. I d like the tears of those who grieve to dry before the sun Of happy memories that I leave, when the day is done. -Helen Lowrie Marshall The family of Victor H. Gordon wishes to acknowledge, with deep appreciation, the many comforting messages, floral tributes, prayers and many other expressions of kindness and concern. God bless you for your kindness shown to us during this time of bereavement. Professional Services Provided By: Angela Gilmore-Manning, President Ph (718) 529-3030 (718) 528-7765 Fax (718) 712-2108 (718) 528-2575 Email: royl.gilmorefuneralhome@verizon.net MAIN OFFICE 191-02 Linden Blvd. St. Albans, L.I., NY 11412 116-53 Sutphin Blvd. Jamaica, L.I., NY 11436 w w w. h o n o r y o u. c o m
Hymn No.1 Praise My Soul The King Of Heaven Praise, my soul, the King of heaven, To his feet thy tribute bring; Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven, Who like me his praise should sing? Alleluia! Alleluia! Praise the everlasting King. 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: Alleluia! Alleluia! Glorious in his faithfulness. 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: Alleluia! Alleluia! Widely as his mercy flows. 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: Alleluia! Alleluia! Praise with us the God of grace. Hymn No.2 Great Is Thy Faithfulness Great is Thy faithfulness, O God my Father; There is no shadow of turning with Thee; Thou changest not, Thy compassions, they fail not; As Thou hast been, Thou forever will be. Great is Thy faithfulness! Great is Thy faithfulness! Morning by morning new mercies I see. All I have needed Thy hand hath provided; Great is Thy faithfulness, Lord, unto me! Summer and winter and springtime and harvest, Sun, moon and stars in their courses above Join with all nature in manifold witness To Thy great faithfulness, mercy and love. Pardon for sin and a peace that endureth Thine own dear presence to cheer and to guide; Strength for today and bright hope for tomorrow, Blessings all mine, with ten thousand beside!
Hymn No.3 How Great Thou Art O Lord my God! When I in awesome wonder Consider all the works thy hand hath made, I see the stars, I hear the mighty thunder, Thy power throughout the universe displayed; Then sings my soul, my Saviour God, to Thee, How great Thou art, how great Thou art! Then sings my soul, my Saviour God, to Thee, How great Thou art, how great Thou art! When through the woods and forest glades I wander and hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees; when I look down from lofty mountain grandeur, and hear the brook, and feel the gentle breeze; And when I think that God his son not sparing, Sent him to die - I scarce can take it in, That on the cross my burden gladly bearing, He bled and died to take away my sin: When Christ shall come with shout of acclamation And take me home- what joy shall fill my heart! Then I shall bow in humble adoration And there proclaim, my God, how great thou art! Then sings my soul, my Saviour God, to Thee, How great Thou art, how great Thou art! Then sings my soul, my Saviour God, to Thee, How great Thou art, how great Thou art!
Grave Side Hymns I Come To The Garden Alone I come to the garden alone While the dew is still on the roses And the voice I hear falling on my ear The Son of God discloses. And He walks with me, and He talks with me, And He tells me I am His own; And the joy we share as we tarry there, None other has ever known. He speaks, and the sound of His voice, Is so sweet the birds hush their singing, And the melody that He gave to me Within my heart is ringing. I d stay in the garden with Him Though the night around me be falling, But He bids me go; through the voice of woe His voice to me is calling. On A Hill Far Away On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross, the emblem of suffering and shame; and I love that old cross where the dearest and best for a world of lost sinners was slain. So I'll cherish the old rugged cross, till my trophies at last I lay down; I will cling to the old rugged cross, and exchange it some day for a crown. O that old rugged cross, so despised by the world, has a wondrous attraction for me; for the dear Lamb of God left his glory above to bear it to dark Calvary. In that old rugged cross, stained with blood so divine, a wondrous beauty I see, for 'twas on that old cross Jesus suffered and died, to pardon and sanctify me. To the old rugged cross I will ever be true; its shame and reproach gladly bear; then he'll call me some day to my home far away, where his glory forever I'll share.
Rock Of Ages Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee; Let the water and the blood, From Thy wounded side which flowed, Be of sin the double cure; Save from wrath and make me pure. Not the labor of my hands Can fulfill Thy law s demands; Could my zeal no respite know, Could my tears forever flow, All for sin could not atone; Thou must save, and Thou alone. Nothing in my hand I bring, Simply to the cross I cling; Naked, come to Thee for dress; Helpless look to Thee for grace; Foul, I to the fountain fly; Wash me, Savior, or I die. While I draw this fleeting breath, When mine eyes shall close in death, When I soar to worlds unknown, See Thee on Thy judgment throne, Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee