Classic Poem

Refrain

Git on board, children,
For there's room for many a more.

The Gospel train is coming,
I hear it jus' at hand,
I hear the car wheels moving,
And rumbling thro' the land.

I hear the bell and whistle,
The coming round the curve,
She's playing all her steam an' pow'r,
An' strainin' ev'ry nerve.

No signal for another train,
To follow on the line,
O sinner, you're forever lost,
If once you're left behind.

This is the Christian banner,
The motto's new and old,
Salvation and repentance,
Are burnished there in gold.

She's nearing now the station,
O, sinner, don't be vain,
But come and get your ticket,
And be ready for the train.

The fare is cheap an' all can go,
The rich an' poor are there,
No second class aboard the train,
No diff'rence in the fare.

There's Moses, Noah, and Abraham,
And all the prophets, too,
Our friends in Christ are all on board,
O, what a heavenly crew.

We soon shall reach the station,
O, how we then shall ring,
With all the heavenly army,
We'll make the welcome ring.

We'll shout o'er all our sorrows,
And sing forever more,
With Christ and all His army,
On that celestial shore.