THE circuit-rider preacher went riding through the land,
With a rifle on his shoulder and a Bible in his hand;
He told the prairie people of a blessed Promised Land.
As he went riding, singing along.
Leaning, leaning,
Leaning on the everlasting arm;
Leaning, leaning,
Leaning on the everlasting arm.
He preached the coming judgment of fire and brimstone;
And a glorious, endless Heaven of the justified alone.
As he rode across the mountains you could
hear him sing this song.
As he went riding on.
There is power, power, wonder-working power,
In the blood of the Lamb;
There is power, power, wonder-working power,
In the precious blood of the Lamb.
His rifle's old and rusty, and it's hanging on the wall;
His Bible's worn and dusty, and it's seldom
touched at all;
But his Message from this Bible will meet us
at Judgment Day.
For God's Truth keeps marching on.
Glory! glory, hallelujah!
Glory! glory, hallelujah!
Glory! glory, hallelujah!
His Truth is marching on.