Crossing the Bar

Verse 1 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.
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home, turns home.

Verse 2 Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell
When I, when I embark;
For, tho' from out our bourne of time and place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar.