life is like a mountain railway with an engineer that s brave we must make the run successful from the cradle to the grave heed the curves the hills the tunnels never falter never fail keep your hand upon the throttle and your eye upon the rail blessed savior thou will guide us till we reach that blissful shore where the angels wait to join us in god s praise for evermore as we roll along the mainline there ll be storms and there ll be night there ll be sidetracks unexpected on the left and on the right but with the straight always before us and our hearts upon the prize there ll be no disembarkation until we reach paradise blessed savior thou will guide us till we reach that blissful shore where the angels wait to join us in god s praise forevermore