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.
Bless�d 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.
Bless�d 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.
Bless�d 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!�
Bless�d Savior, Thou wilt guide us,
Till we reach that blissful shore;
Where the angels wait to join us
In Thy praise forevermore. |
