Life is like a mountain
railroad, with an engineer that’s brave;
We must make the run successful, from the cradle to the
grave;
Watch the curves, the fills, the tunnels; never falter,
never quail;
Keep your hand upon the throttle, and your eye upon the
rail.
Blessèd Savior, Thou wilt guide us,
Till we reach that blissful shore;
Where the angels wait to join us
In Thy praise forevermore.
You will roll up grades of trial; you will cross the
bridge of strife;
See that Christ is your Conductor on this lightning
train of life;
Always mindful of obstruction, do your duty, never
fail;
Keep your hand upon the throttle, and your eye upon the
rail.
Blessèd Savior, Thou wilt guide us,
Till we reach that blissful shore;
Where the angels wait to join us
In Thy praise forevermore.
You will often find obstructions; look for storms of
wind and rain;
On a fill, or curve, or trestle, they will almost ditch
your train;
Put your trust alone in Jesus; never falter, never
fail;
Keep your hand upon the throttle, and your eye upon the
rail.
Blessèd Savior, Thou wilt guide us,
Till we reach that blissful shore;
Where the angels wait to join us
In Thy praise forevermore.
As you roll across the trestle, spanning Jordan’s
swelling tide,
You behold the Union Depot into which your train will
glide;
There you’ll meet the Superintendent, God the Father,
God the Son,
With the hearty, joyous, plaudit, “Weary pilgrim,
welcome home!"
Blessèd Savior, Thou wilt guide us,
Till we reach that blissful shore;
Where the angels wait to join us
In Thy praise forevermore.
