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Life is like a mountain railway, with an engineer that's brave |
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We must make the run successful, from the cradle to the grave, |
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Heed the curves, the hills, the tunnels, never falter never fail, |
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Keep your hand upon the throttle, and your eye upon the rail. |
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Blessed Savior, thou will 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 for evermore. |
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As we roll along the mainline, there'll be storms and there'll be night, |
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There'll be sidetracks unexpected, on the left and on the right, |
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But with the straight always before us, and our hearts upon the prize, |
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There'll be no disembarkation until we reach paradise. |
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Blessed Savior, thou will 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. |
