Life is like a mountain railway 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 hands upon the throttle, And your eyes upon the rail.
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 hands upon the throttle, And your eyes upon the rail.
You will often find obstructions, Look for storms and 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 hands upon the throttle, And your eyes upon the rail.
As you roll across the trestle, Spanning Jordan's spanning 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!"
Chourus... Blessed Saviour, Thou wilt guide us, 'Til we reach that blissful shore, When the Angels wait to join us In Thy praise for evermore...
I'll give credit where it's due later but...
Life is like a mountain railway
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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 hands upon the throttle,
And your eyes upon the rail.
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 hands upon the throttle,
And your eyes upon the rail.
You will often find obstructions,
Look for storms and 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 hands upon the throttle,
And your eyes upon the rail.
As you roll across the trestle,
Spanning Jordan's spanning 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!"
Chourus...
Blessed Saviour, Thou wilt guide us,
'Til we reach that blissful shore,
When the Angels wait to join us
In Thy praise for evermore...