| Life is like a mountain railway,
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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 fills, the tunnels;
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| Never falter, never quail;
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| Keep your hands upon the throttle,
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| And your eyes upon the rail.
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| Blessed Savior, Thou wilt guide us,
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| Till we reach that blissful shore,
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| When the Angels wait to join us
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| 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 lightning 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 hands upon the throttle,
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| And your eyes upon the rail.
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| You will often find obstructions,
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| Look for storms and wind and rain;
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| On a fill, 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 hands upon the throttle,
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| And your eyes 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 glide;
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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.» |