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   [ ac.guitar ]   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...