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 that fills the tunnels never falter never quail 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 God's praise forevermore As you roll across the trestle spanning Jordan's swelling tide You behold the Union Depot into which your train will glide There'll you meet the superintendent God the father God the son With the hearty joyous plaudit weary pilgrim welcome home Blessed Savior Thou wilt guide us...