Crossing The Bar

How funny it is that so many of my favorite authors reference the poems of Tennyson. After two references in two days, I endeavored to find this one... and was surprised to realize that I knew it--I just hadn't recognized the title. This poem is an enchanting reminder of the Blessed Hope that we have in Christ. "O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?"

Crossing The Bar
By Alfred Tennyson

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 evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
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.