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, the fills, and tunnels

Never falter, never fail

Keep your hand upon the throttle

And your eyes upon the rail



Blessed Savior, Thou will guide us

Till we reach that blissful shore

Where the angels wait to join us

In that great forevermore



As you roll across the trestle,

Spanning Jordons swelling tide.

Youll behold the Union Depot into which your train will glide.

There youll meet the superintendent,

God the Father, God the Son.

With a hearty joyous greetings:

"Weary Pilgrims Welcome Home"