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;