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.
Blessed 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.
As you roll across the trestle,
spanning Jordan's swelling tide,
you behold the Union De pot,
into which your train will glide.
There you'll meet the Superintendent,
God the Father, God the Son.
With a hearty joyous plaudit,
weary pilgrim, welcome home.
Blessed Savior, Thou wilt guide us
Till we reach that blissful shore
Where the angels wait to join us
In Thy praise forevermore
