I’m tra­vel­ing now on the saf­est road,
That a tra­vel­er ev­er found,
My right of way is the Word of God,
And it runs up­on so­lid ground.

Refrain

I am tra­vel­ing on the hal­le­lu­jah line,
On the good old Gos­pel train,
I am on the right track and ne­ver will go back
To the sta­tion of sin again.
I need no fare, I’m rid­ing on a pass,
’Tis the blood for sin­ners slain,
I am tra­vel­ing on the hal­le­lu­jah line,
On the good old Gos­pel train.

The will of God is my or­ders now,
And I’m run­ning right on time,
I’m all prayed up and with sig­nals clear,
Up the grade I’m pre­pared to climb.

Refrain

My roll­ing stock is the best that’s made,
In the Gos­pel shop down here,
From pi­lot’s nose on the en­gine front,
To the mark­ers in the rear.

Refrain

I know my road has a tun­nel, too,
But my lamps with oil are filled.
And I’ll pass thro’ with the Gos­pel train,
As the Su­per­in­tend­ent willed.

Refrain

My run shall end at the Grand De­pot,
Where the Su­per­in­tend­ent waits;
Receive my pay with a glad Well done,
As I pass through the op­en gates.

Refrain