The Gospel Railroad

Heard you not that rail­road whis­tle?

Lo

the Gos­pel train is here.

Get aboard

ye earth-worn pil­grims

She is safe

there’s naught to fear.

She is built of God’s own tim­bers

Coaches am­ple and com­plete;

Rails are laid in faith and pa­tience

And each tie a pro­mise sweet.

All aboard the Gos­pel rail­road.

All aboard

ere ’tis too late;

We are bound for Heav­en’s de­pot

Where the an­gel por­ters wait.

Storm-tossed sin­ner o’er life’s bil­low

Come on board this train to­day;

There are sta­tions rich in bless­ing

Scattered all along the way.

Get your tick­et

God’s for­giv­eness;

Jesus paid the fare

you know

And His te­le­grams of mer­cy

Up and down this rail­road go.

We’re equipped in Gos­pel ar­mor

For the con­flicts by the way

And our food is heav’n­ly man­na

God dis­pens­es day by day.

Oh the rich­ness of His mer­cy;

How it sa­tis­fies and saves!

While the ban­ner of sal­va­tion

O’er our rail­road proud­ly waves.

We’ve a brave and true con­duct­or

And the Bi­ble is our guide;

And the Ho­ly Ghost sup­plies us

With our mov­ing pow­er be­side.

All the brak­emen are God’s serv­ants

Standing firm at du­ty’s post

Carrying train­loads in­to Ca­naan—

Lo

a great un­num­bered host.

See the Gos­pel head­light stream­ing

Far adown our fore­most track

To dis­close the op­en switch­es

Satan leaves to hurl us back.

He may plan wrecks and dis­as­ters

To de­rail or ditch our train

But we’ll make the run suc­cess­ful;

All his ef­forts prove in vain.

Lo

our en­gin­eer keeps sight­ing

Down the track with ea­gle eye

If per­chance some threat­en­ing dan­ger

Half con­cealed may near us lie.

Down the tracks are dark ob­struct­ions

Trials

trou­bles

pain and care;

Hark! He sig­nals dan­ger! dan­ger!

Down with brakes! be­ware! be­ware!

We are sweep­ing on to glo­ry

O’er each cul­vert

’round each curve;

Up the grade of con­se­cra­tion

Where our train must nev­er swerve.

We are speed­ing o’er the bridg­es

Where a break means cer­tain death;

O’er the mount­ains

thro’ the tun­nels

Where we ride with bat­ed breath.

Soon we’ll reach the heav’n­ly de­pot;

Lo

its spires arise in sight

As we slow up at the sta­tion

At our jour­ney’s end alight.

Oh

the shouts of an­gels greet us!

Kindred long gone on be­fore;

And the su­per­in­tend­ent hails us

Welcome

wel­come! ev­er­more!