Life is like a mountain railroad, With an engineer thats brave; We must make the run successful, From the cradle to the grave; Watch the curves, the fill, the tunnels; Never falter, never fail; 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. You will roll up grades of trial; You will cross the bridge of strife; See that Christ is your conductor On the 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. You will often find obstruction; 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 you hand upon the throttle; And you eye upon the rail. 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.