crossing the bar

Sunset and evening star
And one clear call for me
And may there be no moaning of the bar
When I put out to sea

When I put out to sea
When I put out to sea
And may there be no moaning of the bar
When I put out to sea

But such a tide as moving seems asleep
Too full for sound and foam
That which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home

Turns again home
Turns again home
That which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home

Twilight, and evening bell
And after that the dark
And may there be no sadness or farewell
When I embark

When I embark
When I embark
And may there be no sadness or farewell
When I embark

For tho' from out our borne of time and place
The flood may bare me far
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar

When I have crossed the bar
When I have crossed the bar
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar