Life is like, a moun-tain rail-road, with an en-gineer who is brave.
We must make, this run suc-cess-ful, from the cra-dle to the grave.
Watch the cur-ves, the fill, the tun-nels, never fal-ter nev-er fail.
Keep your hand up-on the thro-ttle and your eye up-on the rail.
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Oh blessed Sav-iour, Thou wilt guide us, till we reach that bliss-ful shore,
where the an-gels wait to join us in Gods grace for ev-er more.
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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 you'll meet the superintendant, God the Father, God the Son.
With a Hearty, joys greeting, weary pilgrim welcome home.
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