The Funeral

September 30, 2005

 

 

 

Frederick Gary Dutton

June 16, 1923 – June 25, 2005

 

Old Post Chapel

Arlington National Cemetery

September 30, 2005

 

The Service

Processional

Ode to Joy, J.S. Bach

Greeting    

Chaplain Kenneth L. Kerr

First Reading Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

Kevin Harris

Second Reading  --   Matthew 5: 3-10

Scott Harris

Eulogy 

Honorable Edward M. Kennedy

             United States Senate

Hymn

 On Eagles Wings

Chaplain’s Meditation

  Chaplain Kerr

 

The Lord’s Prayer

Recessional

 Battle Hymn of the Republic

 

 

Quotes

 

Let there be pie in the sky when I die D.J. Enright

I am a citizen of the great Republic of mankind

Benjamin Franklin

In the long run of history, flowers are always going to win against fences, and students are always going to win against old men!

 Fred Dutton
The future does not belong to those who are content today…rather it will belong to those who can blend vision, reason, and courage in a personal commitment to the ideal and great enterprises of American society. Our future may lie beyond our vision, but it is not completely beyond our control. Robert Kennedy
I have fought the good fight, I have finished the course, I have kept the faith.    Timothy 4:7

 

Officiant    Chaplain (LTC) Kenneth L. Kerr

Organist    Dr. Randall Sheets

Honor Guard    3rd U.S. Infantry Regiment

Old Guard Band

 

Hymms

ON EAGLES WINGS
     
By Michael Joncas

You who dwell...(On eagles wings)
who abide in His shadow for life
say to the Lord: 'My refuge,
my God in whom I trust!'

And He will raise you up on eagles' wings,
bear you on the breath of dawn,
make you to shine like the sun,
and hold you in the palm of His hand.

The snare of the fowler will never capture you,
and famine will bring you no fear:
under His wings your refuge,
His faithfulness your shield.

And He will raise you up on eagles' wings,
bear you on the breath of dawn,
make you to shine like the sun,
and hold you in the palm of His hand.

For to His angels He's given a command
to guard you in all of your ways'
upon their hands they will bear you up,
lest you dash your foot against a stone.

And He will raise you up on eagles' wings,
bear you on the breath of dawn,
make you to shine like the sun,
and hold you in the palm of His hand

BATTLE HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC

Words by Julia W. Howe;

Music attributed to John William Steffe

Mine 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 Glory Glory Hallelujah
Glory Glory Hallelujah   His truth 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 can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps;

His truth is marching on.
Glory Glory Hallelujah Glor! Glory Hallelujah
Glory Glory Hallelujah  His truth is marching on

I have read a fiery Gospel writ in burnished rows of steel;
“As ye deal with My contemners, so with you My grace shall deal”;
Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with His heel,

 His truth is marching on.
Glory Glory Hallelujah Glory Glory Hallelujah
Glory Glory Hallelujah   His truth is marching on.

He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat;
He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment seat;
Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant, my feet;

His truth is marching on.
Glory Glory Hallelujah Glor! Glory Hallelujah
Glory Glory Hallelujah   His truth 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;
[originally …let us die to make men free]

His truth is marching on.
Glory Glory Hallelujah Glor! Glory Hallelujah
Glory Glory Hallelujah His truth is marching on.

He is coming like the glory of the morning on the wave,
He is wisdom to the mighty, He is honor to the brave;
So the world shall be His footstool, and the soul of wrong His slave,

His truth is marching on.
Glory Glory Hallelujah Glor! Glory Hallelujah
Glory Glory Hallelujah His truth is marching on.