One of the bits of anglican liturgy that my father's church picked up* is the Funeral Sentences. They don't sing them, rather they have one of the ministers recite them for all to hear, but I do like them. I teared up a bit towards some of them, as some of them were verses that my father taught us to memorise as little ones.(Eg, PS.46:1, John 14:2-3)
And, just because I want to;
William Croft. (My favourite setting.)
* Aside, for the funeral, the ministers wore cassock and black stole, but no surplice. I know they had begun wearing the surplice again a month or so before my father's ordination, so why none for the funeral? And the bishop and bishop-elect were unvested. Weird.