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, and tunnels
Never falter, never fail
Keep your hand upon the throttle
And your eyes upon the rail
Blessed Savior, Thou will guide us
Till we reach that blissful shore
Where the angels wait to join us
In that great forevermore
As you roll across the trestle,
Spanning Jordons swelling tide.
Youll behold the Union Depot into which your train will glide.
There youll meet the superintendent,
God the Father, God the Son.
With a hearty joyous greetings:
"Weary Pilgrims Welcome Home"