1. 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.
2. 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.
3. 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 the 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.