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
Twilight and ev'ning bell
And after that the dark
And may there be no sad farewell
When I at last embark
For tho' from time and place
The flood may bear me far
I hope to see my Pilot's face
When I have crossed the bar
I hope to see my Pilot's face
When I have crossed the bar
