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, and 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.





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 Sup'rintendent,
God the Father, God the Son;
With the 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.


Words and Music by:
M. E. Abbey & Charles D. Tillman