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Life’s Railway to Heaven

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 11.07.2012

Life is like a mountain railway,
With an engineer that's brave.
We must make the right connections,
From the cradle to the grave.
Watch the curves, the fill, the tunnels,
Never falter, never quail.
Keep your hand upon the throttle,
And your eyes upon the rail.

refrain:
Blessed Saviour,
Thou wilt guide us,
Till we reach,
That Blissful shore,
Where the angels,
wait to join us,
In Thy praise
For ever more.

You will roll up grades of trial,
You will cross the bridge of strife.
See that Christ is your Conductor,
Of this lightning train of life.
Always mindful of obstuctions,
Do your duty, never fail.
Keep your hand upon the throttle,
And your eyes upon the rail.

refrain

You will often find obstructions,
Look for storms of wind and rain,
On a fill, or curve, or trestle,
They will almost ditch your train.
Put your trust alone in Jesus,
Never falter, never fail.
Keep your hand upon the throttle,
And your eyes upon the rail.

refrain

As you roll across the trestle,
Spanning Jordan's swelling tide,
You behold the Union Depot,
Into which your train will drive.
There you'll meet the Superintendent,
God the Father, God the Son,
With the hearty, joyus plaudit,
"Weary pilgrims, welcome home."

refrain


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