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<title>BLB Hymns</title>
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<h2>CROSSING THE BAR</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“To the place the streams come from, there they return again.” Ecclesiastes 1:7</h3></p>
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<center><b>Hymns Supplied Through the Gracious Generosity<br>of the </b><a href="http://www.hymntime.com/tch/" target = "_blank"><b>Cyber Hymnal Website</b></a><br><br><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/cyberhymnal_info.html" target = "_blank">Information about Cyber Hymnal Website</a></center>
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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_t_e_tennyson_a.jpg" alt="Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892)" width="144.666666666667" height="192"></td>
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<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_t_e_tennyson_a.html" target="_blank">Alfred Tennyson</a>, 1889.
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<p><em>Music:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_b_a_barnby_j.html" target="_blank">Joseph Barnby</a>, 1893 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_c_crossbar.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_b_a_barnby_j.jpg" alt="Joseph Barnby (1838-1896)" width="130" height="140"></td>
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<p>This work puts Tennyson’s famous poem to music. With the shifting meter and images, it was quite a challenge, but Barnby did a marvelous job. The selection is probably better suited for choir performance than congregational use, but it has a lovely theme.</p>
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<p>The words refer to a sandbar in the Thames River, over which ships could not pass until high tide. Metaphorically, it describes how there is a scheduled time for each of us to go. Written in Tennyson’s twilight years, it states with calm assurance that God will guide us through death, as He has in life. With the great Pilot beside us, death is just one more milestone on our journey toward life.</p>
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<p>Sunset and evening star,<br>
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And one clear call for me!<br>
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And may there be no moaning of the bar<br>
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When I put out to sea.</p>
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<p>But such a tide as moving seems asleep,<br>
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Too full for sound and foam.<br>
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When that which drew from the boundless deep<br>
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Turns again home.</p>
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<p>Twilight and evening bell,<br>
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And after that the dark!<br>
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And may there be no sadness of farewell<br>
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When I embark.</p>
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<p>For, though from out our bourne of time and place<br>
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The flood may bear me far,<br>
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I hope to see my Pilot face to face<br>
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When I have crossed the bar.</p>
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