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Foulis Castle

Sunday 27th December 2009

Ohma & Finnian


Order of Service


Entrance of the Bride

The Ruby, Aly Bain & Phil Cunningham, Bagpipes by John Munro


Welcome

The Reverend Canon Ian Pallett


Song

Wouldn’t It Be Nice, Beach Boys, Piano by Fiona Munro (full text on reverse)


The Wedding Ceremony


Signing of Register

Piano by Alpha Munro


Hymn

I Vow To Thee My Country, Sir Cecil Spring-Rice ,

Piano by Fiona Munro (full text on reverse)


Readings

Ruth 1. 16-18, Luke 12. 22-31


Prayer and Blessing


Exit of Bride and Groom,

Mhairi's Wedding, Bagpipes by John Munro


Wouldn’t It Be Nice Beach Boys


Wouldn't it be nice if we were older
Then we wouldn't have to wait so long
And wouldn't it be nice to live together
In the kind of world where we belong

You know its gonna make it that much better
When we can say goodnight and stay together

Wouldn't it be nice if we could wake up
In the morning when the day is new
And after having spent the day together
Hold each other close the whole night through

The happy times together we've been spending
I wish that every kiss was never ending
Oh Wouldn't it be nice

Maybe if we think and wish and hope and pray it might come true (run, run, run)
Baby then there wouldn't be a single thing we couldn't do
We could be married (we could be married)
And then we'd be happy (then we'd be happy)

Wouldn't it be nice




I Vow To Thee My Country words by Sir Cecil Spring-Rice


I 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.