Hasten down to the Gospel station,
Drawing near is the Heav’n-bound train,
It is now on the way to glory,
Nevermore to return again;
Bright the headlight of truth is gleaming,
It’s on time, and will not delay;
Now it’s slowing up at the station,
I can hear the conductor say:
"All aboard, we’re going to glory,
All aboard, come, join our band;
All aboard, come, swell the sweet story,
We are bound for glory land!"
There’s no time to delay, my brother,
Get your ticket, and be on time,
Soon the powerful Gospel engine
Will be off for the heav’nly clime;
Ask the Savior for His protection,
He is sure to be true and kind,
If you linger in doubt and folly,
You will surely be left behind.
"All aboard, we’re going to glory,
All aboard, come, join our band;
All aboard, come, swell the sweet story,
We are bound for glory land!"
Come and start on the way to glory,
There to dwell in the land divine,
With our Savior, the great Conductor,
At the end of the glory line;
There to enter the holy city,
Where we’ll meet our beloved and own,
Join with them and the holy angels,
Singing praises around the throne.
"All aboard, we’re going to glory,
All aboard, come, join our band;
All aboard, come, swell the sweet story,
We are bound for glory land!"
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