Hiles, Mary Elizabeth Yost


Mary Elizabeth Yost Hiles
Mary Elizabeth Yost Hiles, age 87,
of North East since 1936, died
on Wednesday March 5, 2008 at Hamot Medical Center.
She was born on September 5, 1920
in Meadville, Pa. to the late
Walter A. and Marietta Mae Bennett Yost.
Mary was a member of the First Baptist Church of North East. She formerly served as a deaconess
and was a member of the First Baptist
Church Missionary Society.
She was formerly employed at
Welch foods in North East for 25 years
and retired in 1982.
Mary loved her family
and enjoyed reading.
Besides her parents she was preceded
in death by her husband Donald M. Hiles,
brothers Willard A. Yost,
Donald G. Yost,
and Robert P. Yost Sr.
Survivors includes sisters Ruth Dorrance
and husband George of North East
and Esther M. Northrup of North East;
also several nieces and nephews,
great-nieces and great-nephews,
and two great-great nieces.
Friends may call at the William D.
Elkin Funeral Home, 65 South Lake Street, North East on Friday 2-3 and 7-9 and are invited to
attend a funeral service on Saturday
at 11:-00 a.m. at the First Baptist Church, 43 South Lake Street, North East.
Officiating Rev. Robert Klecan.
Memorials may be made to the
First Baptist Church, 43 South Lake Street
or Community Nursing Services
of North East, 7 Park Street, North East, PA 16428

First Baptist Church"
Rev. Robert Klecan.
( that old cross )
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.
Refrain:
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.

2. 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.
(Refrain)

3. 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.
(Refrain)

4. To that 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.
(Refrain)