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