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, and tunnels, Never falter, never fail
Keep your hand upon the throttle - And your eyes upon the rail
Chorus:
Blessed Savior, Thou will guide us
Till we reach that blissful shore
Where the angels wait to join us
In that great forevermore
As you roll across the trestle, Spanning Jordon's swelling tide
You'll behold the Union Depot into which your train will glide
There you'll meet the superintendent,God the Father, God the Son
With a hearty joyous greetings: "Weary Pilgrims Welcome Home"
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