How often we may hear and read,
Of railway trains and railway speed;
Of lines which are, or may be, made;
(To sell the shares is quite a trade).
Now, as a Christian, I design
To point you to another line,
Which does from earth to heaven extend,
Where real pleasures never end.
Infinite wisdom sketched the plan,
To save apostate, ruined man;
And Jesus Christ, the Father's Son,
The mighty work Himself has done.
Of truth divine the rails are made,
And on "the Rock of Ages" laid;
These rails are fixed in chains of love,
Firm as the throne of God above.
At Calvary's cross it does commence,
And runs through all the world from thence;
Then crossing death's strong swelling flood,
Reaches the glorious home of God.
One grand first class is used for all,
For Jew and Gentile, great and small;
There's room for the whole world inside,
And kings with beggars here must ride.
Do you, my reader, wish to know
On what conditions you must go?
The tickets now to all are free,
For Jesus died on Calvary.
Yet none can travel in their sin;
To heaven no evil enters in;
But Christ can cleanse you for the light,
And make you than the snow more white.
Come to Him then, just as you are,
Enter by faith the open car;
Obey the truth with all your heart,
MAKE HASTE, for soon the train will start.