Part 79 (2/2)
LIFE'S RAILWAY TO HEAVEN.
Life is like a mountain railroad, With an engineer that's brave; We must make the run successful, From the cradle to the grave; Watch the curves, the fills, the tunnels; Never falter, never quail; Keep your hand upon the throttle, And your eye upon the rail.
CHORUS:
Blessed Savior, Thou wilt guide us Till we reach that blissful sh.o.r.e; Where the angels wait to join us In Thy praise forevermore.
You will roll up grades of trials; You will cross the bridge of strife; See that Christ is your conductor On this lightning train of life; Always mindful of obstructions; Do your duty, never fail; Keep your hand upon the throttle, And your eye upon the rail.
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 eye upon the rail.
As you roll across the trestle, Spanning Jordan's swelling tide, You behold the Union Depot Into which your train will glide; There you'll meet the Superintendent, G.o.d the Father, G.o.d the Son With the hearty, joyous plaudit, Weary pilgrim, welcome home.
_By permission of Charlie D Tillman, owner of copyright._
MEET ME THERE.
1. On the happy golden sh.o.r.e, Where the faithful part no more, When the storms of life are o'er, Meet me there.
Where the night dissolves away, Into pure and perfect day, I am going home to stay, Meet me there.
CHORUS:
Meet me there, Meet me there, Where the tree of life is blooming Meet me there.
When the storms of life are o'er, On the happy golden sh.o.r.e, Where the faithful part no more, Meet me there.
2. Here our fondest hopes are vain, Dearest links are rent in twain, But in heav'n no throbs of pain, Meet me there.
By the river sparkling bright, In the city of delight Where our faith is lost in sight, Meet me there.
3. Where the harps of angels ring, And the blest forever sing, In the palace of the king, Meet me there.
Where in sweet communion blend, Heart with heart and friend with friend; In a world that ne'er shall end, Meet me there.
_Words and music copyrighted by W. J. Kirkpatrick, Philadelphia._
G.o.d BLESS MY BOY
1. When s.h.i.+ning stars their vigils keep, And all the world is hushed in sleep, 'Tis then I breathe this pray'r so deep-- G.o.d bless my boy tonight.
CHORUS:
G.o.d bless my boy, my wandering boy, And keep his honor bright; May he come home--no longer roam-- G.o.d save my boy tonight.
2. I know not where his head may lie, Perchance beneath the open sky; But this I ween, G.o.d's watchful eye Can see my boy tonight.
3. As pa.s.s the days, the months and years, With all the change, the hopes and fears, G.o.d make each step of duty clear, And keep his honor bright.
4. And when at last his work is o'er, And earthly toil shall be no more, May angels guide him to the sh.o.r.e Where there shall be no night.
THE GREAT JUDGMENT MORNING.
Tune--”Kathleen Mavourneen.”
One cold Winter eve when the snow was fast falling In a small, humble cottage a poor mother laid; Although racked with pain she lay there contented With Christ as her Friend and her peace with Him made.
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