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 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