Ps.48.14

VERSI 1

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.

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Blessed Savior, Thou wilt guide us,

Till we reach that blissful shore;

Where the angels wait to join us

In Thy praise forevermore.

2

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.

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.

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 the hearty, joyous, plaudit, "Weary pilgrim, welcome home!"