Standing out in the cold
Waiting at the station
Coat collar turned up against the rain
She was worn out, old and gray
From years of tribulation
Waiting patiently to board the Gospel Train
The conductor calls out 'All aboard'
This train is bound for Glory
Your tickets have been paid
In Jesus' name
The last shall be the first aboard
And the first shall be the last
There's room for all aboard
The Gospel Train
In a crowded hospital ward
Staring out the window
His hands pressed against
The window pane
He was worn out, old and gray
From years of tribulation
Waiting patiently to board the Gospel Train
The conductor calls out 'All aboard'
This train is bound for Glory
Your tickets have been paid
In Jesus' name
The last shall be the first aboard
And the first shall be the last
There's room for all aboard
The Gospel Train
