When we behold the flag that’s white, It cheers the heart, for all is right; But when the green we do behold, Caution, it says, and be not bold.
Red tells us there is danger near, Be not high-minded, rather fear; Place all your trust in God alone, And in the blood which does atone.
Then let not poor nor rich despair, He still delights to answer prayer; Remember he will not despise, Your humble wailings--mournful cries.
Afflictions are the tunnels drear, Through which we go while travelling here; But these will all be shortly past, And heaven appear in view at last.
To cheer the dark and gloomy night, We’ve lamps which give a brilliant light, And while we urge our course along, The cross of Christ is all our song.
We’ve several laws about this road, Wrote by the finger of our God; Ye trespassers must all beware, For He the guilty will not spare.
No one from his place must alight, Until he hears the words, all right; And when this glorious signal’s given, You’ll hear a whisper, ‘This is Heaven;’
The stations are the means of grace, The house of God, the holy place; No matter where that place may be, A field, a barn, or hollow tree.
You say you will not ride with me, Well, be it so, we still agree; The church of England is before The Quakers, yea, and several more.
Baptists, and Independents too, The Methodists, both old and new; I can, I will, I do rejoice, That you have such a happy choice.
“My son,” says God, “give me thy heart, Make haste, or else the train will start.”
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RAILROAD TO HELL, _FROM DISSIPATION TO POVERTY_, AND FROM POVERTY TO DESPERATION.
This Line begins in the Brewery, and runs through all Public-houses, Dram-shops, and Jerry-shops, in a zigzag direction, until it lands in the Kingdom of Hell.
If you are determined and wishful to go, With blind debauchees to the regions of woe, Then go to the Tap without any delay, And drink both your reason and money away, But never mind care, for if you despair, It is the first train that will carry you there.
You’ve nothing to do but to guzzle and swill, As long as the Landlord is willing to fill, For this is the Line and the Railroad to Hell, Where Drunkards and Devils for ever must dwell; So drink all you can, it is the chief plan, That e’er was invented by Devil for man.