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" J.Stark Gospel Memories No Permission Is Given To Direct Link To My Graphics Above To Any Groups. Artwork - Lyrics - Music  Used with Permission. Works may not be reproduced, distributed or displayed without written  permission from the mentioned Artists Please Honor the Artists Copyright Laws.    All  Rights  Reserved  © 1999-2008