Classic Poem

One day a great train pulled out from mount Zion, for a destiny well
known.
Three passengers stepped on board, and the train moved onward for
Jehovah's great throne.

For ages and ages the saints have been waiting for the returning of
that train.
When Jehovah shall lift the curse of sin from the nations, in sending
his son to reign.

We will meet King Jesus out upon the great highway, in songs of high
praise.
In the light of his spirit, dwelling in rest forever, given by the
Ancient of Days.

They have been making up the great train of Zion, through the ages she
stands by.
Soon the hosts of our Father's glory shall come sweeping through the
sky.

The great conductor is standing in the depot, by the gates of praise
he stands by.
Waiting for the saints of the whole creation, to be ready to receive
his train from the sky.

The music sounds out over the nations, the bells are ringing on every
sea.
I am going to march with the saints to Zion, while the bells are
tolling for me.

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