Life is like a mountain railway, with an engineer that's brave
We must make the run successful, from the cradle to the grave
And watch the curves the fields, the tunnels, never falter, never fail
Keep your hands upon the throttle and your eye upon the rail.

Blessed Savior, thou will guide us,
til we reach that blissful shore,
Where the angels wait to join us,
In God's praise for evermore.


You will roll up grades of trials
You cross the bridge of strife
See that Christ is your conductor
On this lightning train of life
Always mindful of obstruction
Do your doughty never fail
Keep your hands up on the throttle
And your eyes up on the rail

Blessed Savior, thou will guide us
til we reach that blissful shore,
Where the angels wait to join us
In God's grace for evermore.

As you roll across the trestles
Spanning Jordan's swelling tide
You behold the Union Depot
Into which your train will glide
Then you'll meet the superintendent
God the Father, God the Son
With a hearty, joyous plaudin'
Weary pilgrim, welcome home

Blessed Savior, thou will guide us,
til we reach that blissful shore,
Where the angels wait to join us,
In God's grace for evermore.

Blessed Savior, thou will guide us,
til we reach that blissful shore,
Where the angels wait to join us,
In God's praise for evermore."