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

Blessed Saviour Thou wilt guide us till we reach that blissful shore

Where the angels wait to join us in God's praise forevermore

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As you roll across the trestle spanning Jordan's swelling tide

You behold the Union Depot into which your train will glide

There'll you meet the superintendent God the father God the son

With the hearty joyous plaudit weary pilgrim welcome home

Blessed Saviour Thou wilt guide us...