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:

Refrain

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.

Refrain

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.

Refrain