The Gospel Train (Oatman)

There’s a train that runs from the earth to the sky

And ev­ery one may ride if they will

It starts from that fount­ain that nev­er runs dry

And it stops on the heav­en­ly hill.

O sin­ner

get on board of the Gos­pel train

For it runs straight ahead

nev­er back;

It starts on the sched­ule ’midst the wind or the rain

And it nev­er runs off of the track.

There is naught to pay for a ride on this train

For Christ has paid the fare for us all

The poor and the needy

the blind and the lame

Can all go

if on Christ they will call.

This train makes no noise as it runs thro’ the land

For it tra­vels on the road­bed of love

Its crew is com­posed of a heav­en­ly band

And its mo­tor pow’r is faith from ab­ove.

This train has nev­er been wrecked on the road

But land­ed all her souls in the sky;

It can take all the world at a sin­gle load

Get on board

bid earth’s tri­als good­bye.