Life is like a mountain railway 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

The Chorus:
Blessed Savior thou wilt guide us
Till we reach that blissful shore
Where the angels wait to join us
In thy praise for ever more

Verse Number Two:

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

The Chorus:
Blessed Savior thou wilt guide us
Till we reach that blissful shore
Where the angels wait to join us
In thy praise for ever more

Verse Number Three:

As you roll across the trestle spanning Jordan's swelling tide
You behold the Union Depot into which your train will glide
There's you'll meet the Superintendents God the Father, God the Son
With a hearty, joyous plaudit"Weary pilgrim, welcome home!"

The Chorus:
Blessed Savior thou wilt guide us
Till we reach that blissful shore
Where the angels wait to join us
In thy praise for ever more