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 hills, the tunnels;
Never falter, never quail;
Keep your hand upon the throttle,
And your eye upon the rail.
Chorus:
Blessed Savior, Thou wilt guide us,
Til we reach that blissful shore;
Where the angels wait to join us
In thy praise for evermore.
You will roll up grades of trial;
You will cross the bridge of strife;
See that Christ is your conductor;
On this light`ning train of life;
Always mindful of obstruction,
Do your duty, never fail;
Keep your hand upon the throttle, and your eye upon the rail.
You will often find obstruction;
Look for storms of wind and rain;
On a hill, 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.
As you roll across the trestle,
Spanning Jordan?????™s swelling tide.
You behold the Union depot
Into which your train will guide.
There you`ll meet the Superintendent,
God the father, God the son
With the hearty, joyous plaudit,
`Weary pilgrim, welcome Home!`