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 Jordon's swelling tide.

You'll behold the Union Depot into which your train will glide.

There you'll meet the superintendent,

God the Father, God the Son.

With a hearty joyous greetings:

"Weary Pilgrims Welcome Home"