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 tunnel,
never falter, never fail. Keep the hand upon the throttle,
and your eye upon the rail.
Blessed saviour, Thou will guide us, til we reach
that blissful shore, where the angels wait to join us,
in Thy praise for ever more.
You will roll up grades of trial, you will cross
the bridge of strife. See that Christ is your conductor
on the lightning train of life. Always mindful
of obstruction, do your duty, never fail.
Keep the hand upon the throttle, and your eye upon the rail.
Blessed saviour, Thou will guide us, til we reach
that blissful shore, where the angels wait to join us,
in Thy praise for ever more.
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 the hand upon the throttle, and your eye upon the rail.
Blessed saviour, Thou will guide us, til we reach
that blissful shore, where the angels wait to join us,
in Thy praise for ever more.
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.
Blessed saviour, Thou will guide us, til we reach
that blissful shore, where the angels wait to join us,
in Thy praise for ever more.