| Life is like a mountain railroad,
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| With an engineer that’s brave;
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| We must make the run successful,
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| From the cradle to the grave;
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| Watch the curves, the hills, the tunnels;
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| Never falter, never quail;
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| Keep your hand upon the throttle,
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| And your eye upon the rail.
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| Blessed Savior, Thou wilt guide us,
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| Til we reach that blissful shore;
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| Where the angels wait to join us In thy praise for evermore.
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| You will roll up grades of trial;
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| You will cross the bridge of strife;
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| See that Christ is your conductor;
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| On this light’ning train of life;
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| Always mindful of obstruction,
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| Do your duty, never fail;
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| Keep your hand upon the throttle, and your eye upon the rail.
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| You will often find obstruction;
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| Look for storms of wind and rain;
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| On a hill, or curve, or trestle.
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| They will almost ditch your train;
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| Put your trust alone in Jesus;
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| Never falter, never fail;
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| Keep your hand upon the throttle, and your eye upon the rail.
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| As you roll across the trestle,
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| Spanning Jordan’s swelling tide.
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| You behold the Union depot
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| Into which your train will guide.
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| There you’ll meet the Superintendent,
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| God the father, God the son
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| With the hearty, joyous plaudit,
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| «Weary pilgrim, welcome Home!» |