Verse 1

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.

Chorus

Blessed Savior, Thou wilt  guide us,

Till we reach that blissful shore,

Where the angels wait to join us

In Thy praise forever more. 

Verse 2

You will roll up grades of trial;

You will cross the bridge of strife;

See that Christ is your conductor

On this lightening train of life;

Always mindful of obstruction,

Do your duty, never fail;

Keep your hand upon the throttle,

And your eye upon the rail.

Verse 3

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.

Verse 4

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 a hearty, joyous plaudit,

“Weary pilgrim, welcome home.”