Blessed Savior Thou wilt guide us till we reach that blissful shore
Keep your hand upon the throttle and your eye upon the rail
With the hearty joyous plaudit weary pilgrim welcome home
There'll you meet the superintendent, God, the father, God, the son
As you roll across the trestle spanning Jordan's swelling tide
Where the angels wait to join us in God's praise forevermore
You behold the Union Depot into which your train will glide
Watch the curves, the hills, the tunnels never falter, never quail
Blessed Savior Thou wilt guide us till we reach that blissful shore
