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Life is like a mountain railway |
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With an engineer that's brave |
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We must make the run successful |
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From the cradle to the grave |
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Watch for curves and hills and valleys |
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Never falter never fail |
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And keep your hands upon the throttle |
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And your eye upon the rail |
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Blessed Savior, Thou wilt guide us |
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Till we reach that blissful shore |
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Where the angels wait to join us |
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In God's praise forevermore |
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As you roll across the trestle |
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Spanning Jordan's swelling tide |
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You behold the Union Depot |
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Into which your train will glide |
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There you'll meet the Superintendent |
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God, the Father, God, the Son |
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With a hearty joyous greeting |
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Weary pilgrim, welcome home |
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Blessed Savior, Thou wilt guide us |
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Till we reach that blissful shore |
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Where the angels wait to join us |
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In God's praise forevermore |
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Blessed Savior, Thou wilt guide us |
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Till we reach that blissful shore |
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Where the angels wait to join us |
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In God's praise forevermore |
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Where the angels wait to join us |
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In God's praise forevermore |
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So turn it on, turn it up |
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And sing along |
