Authors: M. E. Abby, Charlie D. Tillman

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 quail;
Keep your hand upon the throttle, and your eye upon the rail.

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Blessed Savior, Thou wilt guide us , Till we reach that blissful shore;
Where the Angels wait to jion 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.

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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.

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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.

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